First of all I would like to thank the girl scouts of America for finally taking a fucking credit card. Who the hell still carries around cash? Let…
Today is World Cancer Day. For us, cancer is a memory; next week my son Ben goes to Survivor Clinic. SURVIVOR CLINIC Those two words that were but…
The Mercedes came out of nowhere. One second I was driving along, singing badly mangled lyrics to whatever 90s hip hop I could dredge up from the bowels…
I’m going to talk about abortion. I know, it’s a word weighted with emotion, but I am approaching the subject from a different angle that I know you…
Kids hate chores. Let’s face it, it’s a very rare breed of children that jump for joy when parents ask them to do something around the house. In…
“You know, your aunt was always jealous I was picked that day,” my mother would begin. A smile would spread across her face, ever the competitive little sister.…
Dear kids, I would like to formally introduce you to someone very special. He might look vaguely familiar to you and you have probably seen him around the…
I held the little pills in my hand and I broke. I’d lost the fight and was now battling a new war. With his small, trusting face looking…
I spend a lot of time at Costco. It’s where I buy about 90% of my groceries. It’s where I can get a big ass ice cream for…
Once upon a time I whined on the internet about how hard adulting was. I cried to cyber space about paying bills and driving mini vans and lost…