The year was 1984. My mother squeezed me into a blue jumper with a doily collar, red cable knit tights and black Mary Janes. It didn’t occur to…
It’s 6:55 AM on a Saturday morning, the only day I can sleep in and for some reason my mind is hyped like a Jack Russell with a tennis ball. There will be no more sleeping going on. Also, thanks to new memory foam pillows I received for Christmas, I can’t even adequately suffocate
The BLUNTMoms authors are busy booking our extra special body waxing appointments to get that precious heart shaped look we know the boys like. We so enjoy being…
Ever since a human being came out of my vagina, I feel like a B movie actor. Cameras 1 & 2 capture me fumbling through my lines every…
If you are a parent, sooner or later you must have the s-e-x talk with your kids. Sure, you could opt to use medical jargon and biology textbooks,…
Three days a week I haul a Trader Joe’s bag filled with exercise gear to work, and use my lunch hour to get sweaty. I could get up…
As moms, we put ourselves through the wringer at Christmas time, don’t we? We are left feeling exhausted, empty, and out of gas in the Starbucks drive-through on…
I had three daughters who spent most of their childhood playing with Barbie dolls and having tea parties. In the Spring of 2002 Mother Nature blessed me with…
Dear Neighbor: I don’t mean to sound negative, but no one is coming for your tree. Unless you call the city and pay to have it picked up,…
So, I gotta tell you, lady parts, I think we need to have a talk. Because this? THIS? THIS is unacceptable. I believe we’ve had a pretty good…