Let Las Vegas Parent Your Kids.

Because Why Should You Have to?

My mother kept things from me. Well anything to do with sex. In fact, she kept everything to do with sex, a secret. I won’t go into the trauma that ensued but I vowed I would have only open, responsible and honest conversations with my children — just the opposite of my repressed and confusing mother-daughter relationship. Right!?

Do you want to know how I — adopted daughter of a repressed frightened Victorian woman - broke the cycle of fear and had open, responsible, honest conversations about all things with my daughter — even sexuality?

Um, I didn’t. But I found help. In Las Vegas.

One day we all were invited to Las Vegas to witness my mother in law — a VIP in the magic world — get an award at a magic convention.

As our uneventful road trip neared the Strip, those Billboards started popping up. The only one to get my 9 year old daughter’s attention is a giant billboard….for a strip club. Here’s the verbatum dialogue.

“Mommy, what’s on that billboard?”

“…An advertisement.”

“Why are their naked bodies on the advertisement?”

“Because it’s an ad for a Club.”

“What kind of club, like Drama Club?”

“No. A Strip Club.”

“What is a strip club?”

“A club…where strippers work.”