native Human, grateful wife, mom to 2 humans, 3 cats, and 1 dog; only child/daughter; singer-songwriter; swing, salsa, and C&W social dancer; forest-lover, streaming video-listener; palindromophile, craft enthusiast, indefatigable civil rights advocate; gratefully recovered since 1995 from what then seemed like a hopeless state of mind and body by a Power greater than I am in 12-step rooms full of garden variety drunks and addicts just like me.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
the good ol' days
when you suggest to someone from the previous generation that some child care practices have changed in the past 20-60 years, you are often met with defensiveness. E.g. you might hear something like, "well, when you were a baby we fed you asbestos right out of the can, and look, you're fine, now."
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