Listen up all of you who are the owners of uteruses (even if you haven’t used yours), we have a job to do that goes well beyond diapers…
Canadian Thanksgiving is upon me. I say “me” because we all know who is at least planning the whole tumult, if not also cooking it. The Mom of…
Boobs Tits Jihooblies Tatas Fun bags Sweater Puppets Also a source of endless anxiety. It all started as we went through puberty. I don’t know about you but…
When my daughter entered high school, I was positive I would finally be welcomed to join the High School Parent Committee. This is the upper echelon of the…
Lately I have been reading about people suffering from “Impostor Syndrome”. When I first read about it I thought maybe it was just a bunch of sneaky trench…
My kids are teens. By now I assumed I wouldn’t have to plan every fricken’ moment of their schedules like when they were toddlers. Yet here I am…
Listen up folks, I have had just about enough of every damned product on the market being aimed at people in their twenties. The entire retail world wants…
To our dear readers, BluntMoms writers and editorial board want to reach out and tell you we are thinking of all the Mothers out there; we share your…
I am not going to comment on the relative value of giving your children actual Easter chocolate versus faux peeps made of yellow colored pressed quinoa. I am going to presume…
Sometimes the only respite they have is when their abuser leaves the house. If you read that sentence and somebody you know popped into your head, that is…