Harsh critics

My 22 year-old sister, who considers it her responsibility to keep me informed about web happenings (“What? You never heard of “Dick in a Box?” OMG, Nicole, you are SO OLD!!!”), just sent me a link to this very funny blog called Tiny Art Director, in which an artist parent opens himself up to some pretty harsh criticism from his little girl. Reminds me of my own unforgiving child, who likes to tell me that the drawings I produce under duress of tantrum, according to his detailed specifications, are “not good at all.” But at least he doesn’t give thumbs down to my writing. Yet. I’m sure as soon as he can figure out how to navigate the web, he’ll visit this blog and send in scathing comments that I will have to heavily moderate. Ah, parenthood.

Mothers on the edge

Since there's no reason to stop celebrating Mother's Day just because its over, I went to the 3rd Annual Edgy Moms Reading on Thursday. Brooklyn isn't just the bloggiest place around, its also got the most kick-ass writers who just happen to be moms, per capita. Had a few glasses of white and thoroughly enjoyed the reading, especially Michele Madigan-Somerville's M.I.L.F poem, which used SAT words that I haven't heard since I quizzed myself with flash cards on the Staten Island Ferry, but sprinkled them with enough sizzle to make a highschooler blush. Amy Sohn's piece, an excerpt from her forthcoming book Prospect Park West, was another hilarious highlight. Nothing says funny like celebs shopping at the Coop. All in all, a fun, uplifting night with plenty of fellow feeling.