Nobody has resisted this kidnapping of a holiday icon from the race of the Whos to the race of the Yodas. Why aren't we debating this? Why don't the Whos fight back? How can they let the Grinch's ethnicity be stolen? Et tu, Cindy Lou?
Gather your favorite little Whos for a holiday party in homage to the Dr. Seuss Christmas classic.
For travelers who believe Springfield to be a one-stop wonder, think again.
"Aujourd'hui, Maman est morte. Ou peut-etre hier, je ne sais pas..." is the first line of ...
Evgeny Morosov is a Luddite with a Luddite's true nostalgia for a way of life that has passed. The way of life is what is known as the mitteleuropaish...
What kind of mom am I that shops for costumes online? And who always has to pay extra shipping to get them in time? And what kind of mom tries to control what her kids wear? Don't I know before the photo opp the costumes will just tear?
JPMorgan Chase will reportedly pay $13 billion to settle civil charges around its alleged manipulation of mortgage securities -- a series of shady business deals that five years ago crippled homeowners and helped trigger the meltdown that threatened the world's economy. And that's just the tip of a REALLY big iceberg.
On Tuesday, during his 21-hour marathon "filibuster" against Obamacare, Senator Ted Cruz read aloud to his daughters back home the Dr. Seuss book Green Eggs and Ham. But he clearly missed its message. To commemorate the occasion, I wrote this poem.
Hours into his 21-hour-plus speech on the Senate floor on Tuesday, Senator Ted Cruz gave a reading of Dr. Seuss' Green Eggs and Ham.
And then I saw it -- Oh the Places You'll Go by Dr. Seuss. Now, I have read this book about 1,000 times -- as a kid, to my kids. But as our daughter starts her first day of college, I read its bright, cheerful pages with new eyes.
Mindfulness is such a powerful foundation upon which to craft a business plan, complete a creative project, live one's life.
Twas a fortnight ago in my van-a-mini/I became witness to a modern day pity/A spunky, young, vivacious lad/Tethered to his woesome dad/To my wife I groaned out a "Sheesh!"/"Look at that kid! He's sportin' a leash!"
If not bombing Hawaii and talking about basketball are criteria for acceptance on the world stage, I'm nominating my Uncle Gilbert for Emperor.
My sister invited me to her first annual Dr. Seuss-themed Passover seder. "I hope you're serving green eggs, no ham," I quipped.
So Dr. Seuss' birthday was last week. Many don't know this, but Theodore Geisel died of throat cancer. Cancer has taken a lot of amazing people, but taking Dr. Seuss was beyond the pale to me. So in honor of his birthday, and with great affection, I present to you...
While being a writer is great and challenging and being a mother is great and challenging, trying to be both simultaneously can sometimes feel like a recipe for disaster.