My husband had been your crush for decades even though you were in a committed relationship when you were introduced through your mother, his former secretary. At the…
It was with privileged optimism that I enrolled my sons at a Montessori preschool during a “sensitive period” of my own during which I needed to assume less…
My kids experience little socioeconomic diversity – am I doing them a disservice? I grew up in a working class neighborhood outside Denver. It was a suburban tract…
Food is fantastic. I love it. You love it. We all fucking love it, and we know good food when we see it. At the bakery, that slice…
Six years ago, when I innocently signed my kid up for town soccer, I figured it was an eight-week commitment and he’d lose interest halfway through. Flash forward…
Who doesn’t want to be told to stop their fussing and learn to do things half-ass? As a mom, this was one of my earliest achievements: the art…
My mission was to collect my son’s poop. The tools: one specimen collection container, a dozen tongue depressors, one fecal blood test smear, and four collection tubes. Instructions:…
Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the last couple of years, you’ve probably seen the viral photo of Taryn Brumfitt’s beautiful, naked post-childbirth body alongside one…
I was 8 when my first pet bit the dust. I hopped off the bus and was greeted by my sister’s tabby cat. She was fat and happy,…
I grew up in a household where girl parts were called vaginas, boy parts were called penises and pooping was called a bowel movement. My parents believed in…