I went to Target (not the crazy part, don’t worry) with the intention of purchasing diapers. Instead of stopping near the children’s or tween section like I always…
Dear Freaked Out, Overwhelmed, Skipped Breakfast and Lunch Me, Here’s the thing: you’re not omnipotent. I know this comes as a shock to you, given all the awesome…
I injured my lower back. Bad. I wish I could say I hurt myself doing something awesome, like my husband and I trying out a new, erotic sex…
My nine year old texts me every 5 minutes, sending me innocent selfies with captions like, “look mom, my tongue is green!” Sometimes she calls me from the…
Hi John, I just wanted to forward this video onto you that I retrieved off my daughter’s iPhone. I was going to wait to speak to you in…
Beyond my husband’s irritating tendency to get involved in a lengthy outside chore exactly when it’s time to nudge (read: endlessly nag) the kids into doing their weekly…
Almost every woman I know struggled as a girl with the age-old dilemma – how to talk to boys. It was no picnic when we were teens ourselves…
In the summer of 2014, my daughter introduced me to contemporary pop punk music. As a former 80’s girl, this music delighted me, and it didn’t take much…
Once at a family reunion, when I was 16, one of my aunts, upon seeing me, loudly announced, “Oh, Lord, look at Sissy, she’s going to be BIG…
Gurrl, look at you with your on fleek lob, pale pink Tieks peeking out of the hem of your size 5 Diesel super skinny jeans. Sitting at…