When I first became a stay-at home mom, I took great pride in keeping my house absolutely pristine. Not just tidy, you understand, but ORGANIZED. Each toy had…
Oh, the Parent Teacher Association. We hear those words and immediately envision town hall-style meetings with home-made refreshments and a warm, comfortable bonhomie. We see in our mind’s…
I was sixteen years old when I made the bittersweet transition from Virgin Most Pure to Experienced Woman of the World. In retrospect, I was way too young.…
Confession time: I am a Cafeteria Catholic. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, or if you’re a little rusty on your Catholic lingo, let me…
I turned forty a couple of weeks ago, and I’m surprisingly not all that bothered by it. I suppose my acceptance of The Big Four Oh stems from…
When I met my husband, I was 26 and he was 25. I rocked a body back then, and so did he. That time was a time of…
I hate sports. I hate watching them. I hate doing them. I hate hearing about them, talking about them, and reading about them. If you ask me who…
I’ll start with the obvious – no one likes being sick. And why would they? There’s pain. There’s discomfort. There’s fatigue. Depending on the affliction, there might even…
Recently, BLUNTMoms editor Anne Radcliffe led us contributors down an emotional and psychological rabbit hole by asking us to share with her our grossest pregnancy secrets. You know, the ones…
“Honey. HON. Wake up.” “Mmghph.” “WAKE UP.” My husband rolls over and peers at me. He is the epitome of groggy, rumpled, and “I just woke up 2…