Remember mom jeans? The light-wash denim jeans your mom wore when you were a kid? Tapered at the leg, puffy, high-waisted and faded? Like the jeans parodied on…
The other day, I was chatting with a fellow mom/writer, and what started out as an embarrassing admission on my part about the state of my house, turned…
Someone once said “I believe in being honest with my kids, 101 percent.” That someone wasn’t me. I lie to my kids all the time. I’m not just talking…
I know you see me, even though you pretend not to, every time you open the cabinet and grab that other bottle. Stupid Lysol. The guy won’t shut…
I spend a lot of time on social media. I have a lot of friends on social media. This post is for them. You don’t need to get…
What do you think when you hear the word blonde and skinny? Do you hate a bitch already? Or do you smile and wave? Do you think there…
Deep breaths. Deeeeeeeeeeeeeep cleansing breaths. Inhale. Exhale. INHALE. EXHALE. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Why am I attempting to calm myself with yoga-like (and not-so-yoga like) breaths, you ask? Well, maybe you…
My yoga pants were born on a blustery day in 2007, in a South Detroit factory. They were a low thread count, but the color of a robust…
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…
Yo, middle-age! You sure did sneak up on us over here at BLUNTmoms. And, although we’ve been expecting you, we can’t help but feel offended by some of…