Where Are my Peeps?

Something is amiss. There were no Halloween Peeps at CVS, and now there are no Christmas ones. I’m going to have to broaden my search. I can’t live through another Peeps-less holiday.

And while we’re on the topic of mysteries…if you haven’t watched the new Sherlock Holmes episodes on PBS, you should! There are only three episodes, but they are winners.

Happy Thanksgiving


Happy Thanksgiving to all. Some food for thought:

As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.

—John Fitzgerald Kennedy


We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

—Thornton Wilder

Someone ate too much stuffing.

Barbara Millicent Roberts


I just spent almost three hours online trying to find some African American dolls for my cheeto-lovin’ youngster who wanted “a lot of dolls.” I ended up buying a cute African American Barbie and Steven. I was looking everywhere, Target, Amazon, Mattel, Toys r Us, Kmart…and trying to decide: should I get her a Steven or a glam sofa complete with bunny slippers and laptop? Or do I get her a Barbie toy puppy, since she wanted a puppy???

After all of this, I had to find out the history of African American Barbie. Why was it so difficult to find multiracial Barbies? In my search, I learned fascinating tidbits, such as Barbie’s full name. Barbara Millicent Roberts. And that the creator’s children were named Barbara and Ken.

The first African American Barbie came out in 1968. But she was basically white Barbie with dark skin. Another one came out in 1980…. FINALLY, in 2009, Mattel introduced a line of African American Barbies who are not just a carbon copy of white Barbie. Welcome to the 21st century, Barbie!!

I am so tempted to buy a Barbie for myself. Like this one.











Or maybe Totally Tattoo Barbie. Holy shit, she has a lower back tat just like me!









I had a bazillion Barbies when I was a kid (thanks, Mom and Dad). My mom crocheted outfits! I can only picture two of them. One with reallllly long brown hair. And one whose hair got chopped off by either a friend at a sleepover, or by my brother. Can’t say for sure. Traumatizing.

I hope my 8-year-old in Roxbury, MA, has many fun hours with Barbie and Steven.

Hot Chips That Are Cheetos

Each year at the holidays, I donate money to an organization…whether it be Heifer International, Women for Women International, etc.

This year, I decided to play Santa.

One of the organizations I volunteer with has a gift-buying program with its partner agencies. Children at the agencies write letters asking for specific gifts, and volunteers buy the gifts and send it to the agencies. I received my letter yesterday. My kid wants “dolls, a dollhouse, a toy puppy, and a toy parrot that talks.” That’s quite a tall order. Especially when there is a $40 limit. Last but certainly not least, she asked for “Hot chips that are cheetos.”

She is eight years old, and mentioned in her letter that she is well aware that Santa Claus is fake. She reiterated that fact by drawing a Santa Claus and writing the word “fake” next to it.

I can’t remember the last time I stepped into a toy store. It’s probably been 20+ years. Will I recognize anything??