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Should Moms Pose Nude?

Until yesterday, this really was not a topic that I ever thought much about. Then I heard that Shirley Jones, aka Shirley Partridge, wants to pose nude in Playboy magazine. Like everyone else, my first thought went to her age. She is 75. But I knew that really wasn't my real concern. I loved the Partridge Family growing up and had the biggest crush on David Cassidy, aka, Keith Partridge. Shirley is his TV mom and his real-life step mom.

Okay, my crush is long gone and the fictional Partridge family really doesn't matter. But Shirley Jones is still a real life mother to both Shaun and Patrick Cassidy in addition to her stepson. Whether you are a current mom or ever plan to become a mom, I just don't understand how you could allow nude pictures of yourself to be made public. The same goes with appearing nude in movies.

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Motrin-gate

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This past weekend, Motrin – a well trusted household brand came under the attack of one of the most talked about groups in the world of advertising and marketing today; the mom bloggers.

The odd thing about this story was that the catalyst was not a danger to children but instead the tone of an online ad. In trying to reach out and relate to young moms, it alienated them. It was initially viewed as condescending and insulting. The discussion surrounded baby wearing, the use of a carrier to hold your child. The concept is to keep the baby close to you while allowing you to use your hands. Simple, right? If only! The language was viewed as disrespectful and online hell broke loose.

A single 'voice' heard around the world prompted thousands of moms to unite and have their voices heard. Amazing? Sure, but what followed was not so pretty .

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Joe the Pedophile wants to be your Facebook Friend

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Oh, that of course isn't is screen name. He uses his real one. You can't tell he's a convicted pedophile by looking at him but his profile picture shows him at a basketball game proudly holding a well known cartoon character pillow and that makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit.

Yep, you'd never know this guy has a record by looking at him or even by knowing him casually. He is the dad of one of my kid's high school friends. He is able to be Facebook friends with her friends. He is also listed on the FBI National/State Sex Offender List.

"Joe" was married to one of my best friends. After they divorced he re-married a woman with a 14 year old daughter. The judge called his actions with her "Indecent liberty with a minor." He was banned from leaving the state for 5 years and banned from any activities or venues where children gather. That of course didn't stop him from slipping across the border into a different state to see his daughter's high school play and sit in the dark audience taking pictures of the cast of "Little Women."

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What would you do if the teacher made your disabled child sit in a closet all day?

This San Francisco Bay Area story is cross-posted from our sister site, 50-something moms blog.

My nephew Garrison is 16. He likes playing video games and reading books about TinTin and Garfield. He's a dead-eye free-throw shooter, a skill he honed by spending hours on end playing basketball by himself in his backyard. He might be the world's biggest Oakland A's fan. Not only does he enjoy going to games with his dad but he can name all the current players including their positions and numbers. He can even tell you the city where the former players have been traded to and their new teams. Ask him his favorite pitcher and he'll name a a lesser known player in a different league. Since kindergarten he's attended school in one of the top school districts in California. Last year he was a freshman at a well respected high school in the East Bay until they made him spend a day in a closet.

How could they get away with such a thing? They knew he couldn't go home and speak for himself because Garrison has Down syndrome.

This wasn't an impulsive act done by a teacher in a fit of anger or frustration. It was an in-school suspension planned by the vice principal and head of the special education department complete with a custom-built cell designed to put him in solitary confinement where they planned to put him for five days.

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The Content of Their Character: the March on Washington and Barack Obama

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During our summer vacation, while I was in high school, I watched the broadcast of the 1963 March on Washington, which took place 45 years ago today.  As the day unfolded, much of my aspiration to be a member of the Lost Generation or a Greenwich Village beatnik gave way to a determination to become part of the “real world.”

The day was so seductive -- and it launched the next phase of my life.  I was transfixed.  Living in a little town on the Monongahela River outside Pittsburgh, I hadn’t paid much attention to the run-up to the march, so it was pretty astonishing.

As I watched, I knew that I belonged there - where there was purpose - in the middle of history.  It was a profound thing to listen to this man, to see the sea of people around him, watch the individual interviews, hear the music.  When people wonder how we became a generation of activists, I know that this was one of the moments that drove us forward, if we weren't there already.

How beautiful then that EXACTLY 45 years later, Barack Obama will accept the nomination of his party to be the Democratic candidate for President of the United States.  I heard Rep. John Lewis, so badly beaten in the 1965 march across the Edmund Pettus Bridge, tell an interviewer that he wasn't sure he could make it through his own speech -- that if anyone had told him that 45 years after that Selma march he'd watch an African-American man accept the presidential nomination, he would have told them they were crazy.  Obama adviser and friend Valerie Jarrett, describing what it would mean to her parents in an interview with our own Erin Kotcki Vest, struggled to contain her own tears.  This is important.

And not just to African Americans.  Many people my age spent years working for civil rights while at home, in college, and out in the world.   Three civil rights workers our age, Michael Schwerner, Andrew Goodman, and James Chaney, two white and one black, were murdered by racists in Mississippi. Dozens our age, white and black, were beaten, arrested and terrorized on Freedom Rides.  It seemed such a clear injustice; we had to  change it.

Now the Democratic Party will be headed by an African-American man who was a tiny child when John Lewis faced police beatings on that bridge.

Now a black presidential nominee and a white VP nominee can hug - and hug one another's wives, on a public platform and evoke no comment.  And there will be no comment because it's no big deal.  It brought me to tears though - because I can remember when it would have been a VERY big deal indeed.

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Lessons I Have Learned About Kids and Computers

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We bought our first computer after I started teaching. Apple made it easy for teachers to buy a Mac for their personal use. I would be able to get work done at home, and my children could use it for school assignments. This was a big deal! I still remember when it was delivered and how we worked to set it up, plug it in, and turn it on. We went over house rules for computer use, which included first getting permission from mom or dad, and things sailed along smoothly for a few weeks. Then, without warning, the computer stopped making sounds. It didn't make so much as a "blip" or a "ding" and we could not figure out why. I finally called tech support, when tech support meant a person answered the phone and was able to help you. I explained the whole story and followed their directions to check everything that could be checked. The verdict was that someone had removed the computer's capability to make sounds, and the solution was to re-install the computer's operating system. Strategic questioning and good mommy detective work led to the conclusion that our youngest had single-handedly removed all sound from the computer. He was six years old.

Lesson #1: Despite all the precautions taken, stuff happens.

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Trust no one?

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The young man ringing our doorbell looked clean-cut and harmless enough. Opening the door, I assumed he was one of my son's friends and greeted him with a smile.

“I’m selling magazine subscriptions to help pay for my college tuition,” he began, racing through his spiel and waving a laminated brochure in my face. “Your neighbor Michael told me to stop by. I grew up in this neighborhood,” he added, motioning toward another street, which he named correctly. This kid had done his homework. We do have a neighbor named Michael -- but our Michael would never tell a solicitor to drop by and pitch magazine subscriptions. Smelling a scam, I said no and quickly shut the door.

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Sam Lamott

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Lately I've been thinking about Sam Lamott, the son of best-selling author Anne Lamott. I don't know of many women who haven't read Anne's Traveling Mercies, her collection of essays on her sobriety and conversion to Christianity. And for many moms in my age group, Anne's classic Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son's First Year, was their introduction to a whole new literary genre: the tell-all "momoir."

Sam (who's now 18) is often the lead character in Anne's writings. We've all watched Sam grow up on the page, from his first messy diaper to brutal arguments over his driving privileges. And legions of us are very grateful to Anne for so boldly admitting that motherhood can be an insanely difficult career choice.

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Pride for Iowa

... cross posted from our sister site, Chicago Moms Blog.

The news coverage came on CNN as a “Severe Weather” update. We saw that Iowa City was flooding. It was still raining. We called my extended family for the crisis-check. You know, the call that says: “I’m concerned, are you OK?” Everyone was “fine” and we wished them well, offered them to come to stay with us in Chicago if need be, and said we would help in anyway we could.

It wasn’t until this weekend, when talking to my Iowa born-and-raised cousin, that my heart filled with sadness and pride for the entire state. “Susie lost her whole house, her son’s room is floating…we finished grabbing boards and sand bags and she said: ‘Let’s go help Tim, he got it bad’”. Seriously? My cousin explained his shock that she didn’t consider her own desperate situation “bad”. He was calling to help raise money for his brother who had lost EVERYTHING. “What do you mean everything, Anthony? Furniture? Basement?” I asked. “Everything, as in he was out of town, and now has NOTHING.” He clarified. Yikes.

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Sex Ed with Visual Aids

... cross posted from our sister site, 50-Something Moms Blog.

I am not a grandmother yet, though many of my friends are.  And that's okay with me.  After the last grandbaby announcement, though, I began to wonder if my situation is due to something I said, or if my children have developed an aversion to cucumbers....

As soon as my children began to talk, I made it clear that no question was off limits.  I honestly do not remember when we first talked about where babies come from:  my daughter was two when my first son was born and I remember an on-going interest in what was going on with mom's belly; my second son was born six years later, and my oldest two had lots of questions about that.  I treated love and sex like regular topics of conversation...until my daughter was ready to start high school.  Then I knew I needed to kick it up a notch because we were entering the big leagues.  High school was a whole new ball game.  I decided visual aids were needed.

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