I’m a writer by trade and a mom blogger to boot, so when it comes to trolling, I admit that I kind of signed up for this. Still,…
My closet was perfect. It practically glistened at me as I opened the doors, piles of neatly stacked laundry that beckoned at me with its lightly lavendered scent.…
Old Burt across the street is backing a whole damned boat into his driveway. He’s got one arm out the window and is wearing a sailor’s cap as…
In praise of a vital relationship all women should have Women have numerous options when it comes to self-care. It might be an indulgent spa day where you…
Remember mom jeans? The light-wash denim jeans your mom wore when you were a kid? Tapered at the leg, puffy, high-waisted and faded? Like the jeans parodied on…
I love the family photo that hangs in our living room. Not just because it has my favorite people in it, but because of the fact that we…
Like many socially liberal parents in upper-middle-class suburbs, I’ve lost sleep fretting over diversity. Is our hometown diverse enough? Am I scarring my daughter for life by selecting…
Romantic relationships are a chosen partnership. We gravitate towards a person and decide that we are willing to put up with their shit because the sweet outweighs the…
With summer vacation in full swing, I decided a little cathartic decluttering was in order. I walked through the kitchen scooping up some papers that had been sitting…
The minutes on the hospital clock dwindled as I swaddled my infant daughter one last time before she was permanently placed in the arms of her adoptive family.…