The mantra for my mothering style is this: don’t be an asshole. A solid rule for the kid, but also for me. Wouldn’t it be rad if all…
I didn’t have a “real job” until I was 15 years old. Until then I fattened my wallet with change I never gave back to my Mom and…
Three days a week I haul a Trader Joe’s bag filled with exercise gear to work, and use my lunch hour to get sweaty. I could get up…
I see a lot of movies. I escape all the noise and stress of adult life when I am in the velvety darkness, eyes locked onto a screen…
T’is the season to eat, drink, and be merry with everyone you have ever loved/met/waited in line for the copier with. By some marvelous stroke of luck I…
Last Saturday night, after an X-rated evening with my husband, I reluctantly dragged my butt out of bed to the bathroom. In the movies, after sex everyone collapses…
What happened to us and our vaginas? After marriage and after kids, somehow, somewhere along the way, we started lying to ourselves and to our cold and hardened…
Stop it. I love you but seriously, stop calling me over. I can hear you but I’m not listening because I am not going into the pool with…
I struggle with balance. In all the ways possible. One week I’ll run every day, even in rainy windstorms that encourages juice from my bangs to flow directly…
I pride myself on not getting all riled up about other people’s parenting choices. There are just too many emotions that get dredged up, and I need to…