I love my neighborhood. The majority of families on my street are friendly and helpful. We’ve been through hurricanes together, survived marital squabbles, conquered a flu epidemic, and…
Way back when polyester bell bottoms were all the rage, and remote controls and cable TV had not been invented, I was a shy, chubby fifth grader. I…
You may have seen on the internet grapevine recently that a lovely new term for vagina is making some waves at the moment – “snippa” (read more on…
When I was 14 I saw my first porno mag in my father’s armoire. He had passed away two years earlier and I was searching for photos for an…
Warning: This post may be triggering for those struggling with self-injury (SI), actively or recovering. When I was 15 I started cutting myself. I would steal straight pins from…
Being Jewish, the only Godmother I ever actually knew was obsessed with pumpkins, mice, the stroke of midnight, and pranced around singing Bippity Boppety Boo. I saw many…
I’ve come face to face with two ugly truths this week. The first is that my children don’t respect my authority. This is most evident at nap time…
Some days I’m tired, more tired than I care to admit. The kind of exhaustion I only remember from the time in college when I stayed up for…
That, my friends, is how the brain of a teenage girl works. The other night, we had a bit of a stand-off over here. The Teen is pretty…
All this gay talk in DC with SCTUS debating same sex marriage and POTUS calling for a ban on LGBTQ conversion therapy because well, that’s just freakishly barbaric. Whose idea was…