Exploiting My Baby : A Blog by Teresa Strasser

There is some unwritten statute of limitations on how long one can whine about a crappy childhood, a negligent parent, a few too many chicken pot pies, summers with the grandparents, days spent on Greyhound Busses and with dubious caregivers and creepy neighbors. There is just a moment in an adult’s life when the complaining [...]

I’d like to go to my senior prom again, but not be blackout drunk with a 26 year-old date. For a brief period during which I hosted a basic cable decorating show, I was kind of famous. I wish I could be famous again, without having to emotionally implode from the cognitive dissonance of thinking [...]

It had never come to my attention before a certain freckle-faced, scrawny, corduroy-pants-wearing bully named Robin brought it to my attention: I have freakishly small hands. I have hands like a carnie. I blame the bullies I knew before Robin for being off their game and letting the small hands slide. A bully’s whole raison [...]

Today, I stopped home to change my outfit before picking up my kid from daycare. What, because you never know who might snap a photo as I lure my child into his car seat with the whispered promise of a Grover juice box? No one cares. Except now that I’m a parent, I care deeply [...]