After a celebrated and centuries-old career in the dental detritus trade, the Tooth Fairy, sadly, is dead. Because Starshine killed her.
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
After a celebrated and centuries-old career in the dental detritus trade, the Tooth Fairy, sadly, is dead. Because Starshine killed her.
A close encounter with a pick-up truck reminds Starshine that control is nothing more than a lame Janet Jackson song.
Is CBS’ controversial Kid Nation really the devil’s work, or are parents just kidding themselves? Only Starshine knows for sure …
Starshine doesn’t just analyze Disney’s decision to ban tobacco from its films. She puts it in her pipe and smokes it.
Stuntman camp. Heavy metal guitar camp. Jedi camp. Now that summer nears a close, Starshine and other parents ask: What the hell were we thinking?
Starshine dishes on the curious kitchen phenomenon that happens when the man of the house skips out for supper.
I owe you all a big apology. Because when I was a kid? Growing up in the San Fernando Valley? We talked in this totally weird way and all? And, like, it spread.
Starshine’s Father’s Day gift: What do you get the Dad who betrays everyone?
Don’t mind her manners: Starshine learns that a trip around the cotillion ballroom is a lesson in balancing party punch and guarding your backside. Your fancy prancy backside.
Hyphenates are for sissies. As California men demand the right to adopt their wives’ last names, Starshine confesses her surname is completely made up.