I would also accept an Alan Rickman reanimator, a “Make My Thought Funny” translator, and a smart light that goes on whenever I’ve just done something that damaged my children for life.Read More
Male allies on the Internet: How can you tell if he’s a Faker, a Rookie, or a Real Deal?Read More
My son wrote a note to the Tooth Fairy explaining why he would not be requiring her services.Read More
Remember when you were a kid and you LUSTED after things? I remember tossing and turning over a new Barbie dreamhouse, its pink plastic molding and stickered-on backsplash.
Now, I fall asleep imagining more sleep. As far as wish fulfillment goes, it’s efficient, but grim.Read More
9 years ago, Ryan single-handedly cooked Thanksgiving for my entire extended family. I have no memory of that day.Read More
There’s nothing wrong with liking pretty things. But who told our girls that pretty was the ONLY thing?Read More
I wish someone would put me to bed the way I put my kids to bed.Read More
This is a good-old-fashioned parenting post so buckle up for some Chicken and Buster realness.Read More
Ted “The Gollum King” Cruz beat Beto “Literal Jesus” O’Rourke, and the reason why absolutely should not surprise you.Read More
Surprised at how fine I am today! So fine! Just the finest, really! IT IS WHAT IT IS, RIGHT?Read More
I know I’m not the only one approaching these Midterms with next-level ambivalence. But despite all of the momentum leading up to the election, I can’t help but feel like I’m riding a ferris wheel whose back end has been hacked off.Read More
“Choose love, not fear,” is the social-emotional equivalent of “Have a green smoothie for breakfast.” I know it’s good for me, but I just keep drinking black coffee.Read More
I get real antsy whenever art is described as political, unless it’s a model White House made of dog turds.Read More
This post is for men who are angry on behalf of the women they love. Male anger is branded as heavily as Axe Body Spray, and it’s ALMOST as repellant to experience in real life.Read More
It’s okay to be sad, even about something that once made you happy. Or happy enough.Read More
I have anxiety, which means that I’m always thinking about the worst possible scenario, and that scenario is equally as likely to happen as a normal day. Looting zombie bears are only a matter of time.Read More
The message read, “It’s cool that you’re interested in feminism.” I had to close the computer and laugh.
But now it’s time to clear a few things up, sir.
He meant is as a compliment. But I was done. “It’s not MAGIC,” I snapped. “It’s work.”Read More
“What’s the closest you’ve come to dying?” I do not have a good answer. Not one that will satisfy the room.Read More
Come to the table. I’ve saved you a seat. We can do two hard things at at time. We are exactly that strong.Read More