Exploiting My Baby : A Blog by Teresa Strasser

Buster is one month old today. And I think I am finally ready to tell the story about the rabbi, my estranged mother and a bag of shit, and how this only partially holy trinity converged at my Koreatown home one Tuesday afternoon. When Buster was eight days old, we invited a rabbi over to [...]

Hey other pregnant ladies, quit avoiding my gaze. All I want to do is chat you up, and find out how many weeks pregnant you are and maybe talk some shop – you know, where you’re delivering, what you take for heartburn, what you think of cord blood banking and the new iPhone app that [...]

A few years ago, my evil stepmother died. Almost every single day, it dawns on me that she is still dead, and I find that delightful.

If one more mom tells me, “Go to the movies now, because after you have the baby, you’ll never get to go to the movies again,” or “Go on a trip now, because once you have the baby, you’ll never leave town again,” or “Have a date night now, because you will never see your husband again,” I am going to punch her right in her tired, defeated face.

Hey, how about you shut your rude, projecting, bitter soup coolers and let me be? [...]