I guess there existed a time in history, when mail was delivered by ponies. As such, if a letter or note failed to arrive, it was common to…
My husband and I agreed he would eventually have a vasectomy, since my gynecologist refused to prescribe me birth control pills after age 50. While I navigated through…
We never realize the full weight of our own significance, or how the strength and valor we project influences those around us. “You what?” I asked this ridiculous…
It was 1:15AM on a brisk October morning that I found myself in a place I never thought I’d be; sitting on a cold, unfriendly concrete slab surrounded…
Social media is saturated with images and words of burnt out moms bonding over their mutual love of leggings, #Targetruns, wine by the gallon, and the desperate need…
It is day two of my mini Momcation. An escape from my full-time occupation of prioritizing everyone else, for some time taking care of the person who is…
When I invited friends to join me and my family at the Renaissance Faire, most of them noticeably cringed. At best, they viewed it as potentially medicinal — the educational…
Twins are special – let’s just put it out there – no matter how many new babies there are in a gathering, passersby always zero-in on the twins.…
I’m not saying working moms don’t deal with bullsh*t. Of course they do. All parents do, on some level. But as the designated “primary caregiver” who is at…
I’m a wife and SAHM in my early thirties. I have an almost three-year old son. I’m starting to think my marriage has hit the seven-year itch, if…