Exploiting My Baby : A Blog by Teresa Strasser

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 [...]

As a mom looking for shit to do with a toddler, I’ve kissed some frogs, and not just the kind at the zoo’s house of amphibians. I try stuff. You never know what your kid might go for. And that’s how I came to visit the private home of a woman offering a bread baking [...]