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Meredith O'Brien

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About Meredith O'Brien

Meredith O'Brien's Pop Culture & Politics column provides a reality check on how TV shows, movies, politics and the media depict moms. A longtime journalist and mother of three, Meredith formerly taught journalism at the University of Massachusetts, is the author of A Suburban Mom: Notes from the Asylum, writes a parenting/lifestyle blog called the Picket Fence Post and is a pop culture/TV blogger for Notes from the Asylum and CliqueClack TV. Follow Meredith on Twitter: @MeredithOBrien. 

Recent Posts by Meredith O'Brien

My mother says that I used to be funnier, a whole lot funnier, when it comes to what I reveal about my family online. But it’s hard to be funny when you’ve been muzzled. When I first started writing online, my children couldn’t read. The youngest was still in diapers. I felt free to blog and write columns chock-full of the frustrating-yet-colorful details about my experiences as a writer trying to balance work with the needs of my twin kindergarteners and their younger brother. The battles over potty training and the struggle to get my youngest to sleep through the night became meaty fodder... continue reading
How many times in the past few months have you asked yourself, what is going on with the world today? We are living in strange times and as our children get older, they encounter the news whether we want them to or not. This means we are faced with the difficult task of explaining the headlines in a way they can understand. So where does that leave us parents? Should we shelter our children to protect their innocence, or should we be honest with them and embrace the inevitable? Should we put our own spin on things, or let them decide for themselves? I can only speak for myself - an admitted... continue reading
They don’t want to go to the dance. Why? I’m not entirely sure but I must say I’m not displeased by this development. “So, you guys want to go to the dance on Friday night?” I asked them the other day. “How do you know about that?” my 13-year-old daughter asked, raising her eyebrows suspiciously as she threw a glance over at her twin brother, wondering if I had indeed planted a spy in their middle school as I’m always joking I will do. “I have my ways,” I said, thinking of the e-mail from the parents’ group chairwoman asking for chaperones to sell food at the dance. Parents would not, I... continue reading