Starshine skipped college, avoided kids and shacked up with a woman, but — thank you, Milton Bradley! — she still wound up a millionaire.
Starshine Roshell
Writer & Columnist | Santa Barbara, CA
Charting the puzzles and peeves of kid-herding — from Huggies to homework, Pilates to pinatas.
Published bi-weekly, twice a month
Starshine skipped college, avoided kids and shacked up with a woman, but — thank you, Milton Bradley! — she still wound up a millionaire.
Don’t flirt with hunky dads, and other playground rules by Starshine.
Kick the can: Starshine is happy to leave her youngest in diapers forever.
Starshine has been on both sides of the schoolyard tension between working moms and stay-at-homes. And she thinks it’s stupid.
Starshine tells the truth about fibbing, cheating — and swindling for Hannah Montana tickets.
Hell-bent on benevolence, Starshine ponders: Where are the homeless when you need ’em?
The Nana Manifesto: Starshine begs grandparents not to turn their grandchildren into unbearable brats this season. But really … what’s the point?
The birds and the bees and the mom behind bars: Starshine pits information against innocence — and finds that it’s criminal.
Remember when Pop Rocks were lethal? Starshine hates how science takes all the fun out of ignorance.
From belches and butt-heads to limits and let-downs — how Starshine was stripped of her coveted Cool Mom title.