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
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
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
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
I can’t be the only parent whose parenting has taken a hard right this week. I’m laser-focused on surgically removing any Kavanaughisms from my sons.Read More
Welcome to hell week. Want to support your loved ones as they fight to keep their heads above water? Here are some tips.Read More
Something to consider as we wind down on a Tuesday...
In times of intense stress, my instinct is always to hoard my energy. I become Gollum, and my time is my Precious. Do not ask Gollum for the Precious. Mommy needs a minute.Read More
What if mine ran?
What if mine was a shoo-in?Read More
Trigger warning: Triggered woman fresh out of fucks.Read More