I overheard this monologue as Artemis and I arrived at the playground yesterday: “My husband is from Milan. When we go to Italy the playgrounds are totally different from here. The parents all stand back and let the children do their thing. If they are mean to each other or get [...]

We bought a set of foam letters for Artemis to play with while she takes her nightly bath. They float and stick to the tile, tub and, apparently, her, too.

You can keep your silly backstories about radioactive spiders, trust fund orphans or gamma rays. In a large bowl of alphabet soup, a REAL heroine [...]