In Defense Of

Babyhood is a bizarre stage of life, considering all the unexplainable crying, goofy faces, and strange babble—and that’s just the parents. But really, babyhood is a once-in-a-lifetime event. It should be treated with respect and even admiration. After all, at some point, we’ve all been there. In Defense of Babyhood is a delightful source of relatable comedy, injecting a refreshing dose of amusing baby humor into the most bemused of parents.

Listen, I’ve gotten a bad rap throughout eternity, and I aim to set things straight. You’ll hear my side of the story in this collection of hilarious essays about yours truly. So be prepared for your deep-rooted ideas about me to change. You’ll be among the privileged few who get to see my brighter side. If you don’t already have a sense of humor about me, you will after you listen to In Defense of the Grim Reaper. 

As seniors, we’ve occupied the planet for nearly three-quarters of a century, braving the whole gamut, from joyous confetti-filled celebrations to worrisome worldwide disasters. And we still have plenty of living left to do. From our fabulous senior citizen discount to our highly perfected BS detector to having earned our right to be grumpy, the golden years offer much to anticipate. In Defense of Seniorhood is a comedic hats off to the once-in-a-lifetime glories of seniordom.

Growing up in the 1980s meant you may have participated in confusing fashion trends, mixed your own music, and generally lived in a more carefree time. Fusions of pop and rock were produced by glamorous hair bands of the day—with hairspray defining the entire decade. In fact, everything was larger than life in the eighties.