When I was 11 years old, I stole a horse. Borrowed might be a more accurate description - it was always my intention to return the horse - but still. I took a horse that...

This week, on As Her Bad Mother Turns:1) The Phallic Lovey disappears. Disaster ensues. Kermit is interrogated but yields no information. HBM calls in Jack Bauer but, sadly, he is preoccupied by fictional terrorists....

You ever have one of those blogging days, when, despite there being no end of stories to tell and theories to expound and confessions to make, the muse just refuses to come sit with...

Come Mother's Day, there's a lot of pressure to sing sweet songs of sunshine and daffodils, primroses and butterflies. To compose odes to our mothers, or to ourselves as mothers. To wax poetic on...

Edits! Now with more Bad! Amidst all of the discussion the other day about Bratz Dolls and whether Smurfette could take any one of them in a Doll-On-Ho-Doll Smackdown, there were a few gentle...

I am, as most of you know, on record as hating Bratz dolls. Loathing Bratz dolls. You know, in that railing-against-the-hyper-commercialized-hyper-sexualization-of-all-things-pertaining-to-childhood kinda way.Which is why there may be some serious karmic payback for this:Still...

Where the fack are the beer and the canteloupe? (enlarge for full effect)...

True Confession: I'm not a bad mother.In fact, I'm a very good mother. Probably as good a mother as it is possible for me to be, which is, I think, pretty good. I just...

I started the Basement just over one year ago. I started the Basement - my secret space, my hidden lair - so that I could write about the stuff that I didn't feel comfortable...

First Ice CreamSometimes, all you can do is take a picture, knowing that you'll forget the feel of the sun on your shoulders, the smell of the lake and the ice cream and...