I did a bad thing. A terrible, horrible thing. I was trying to be funny, but like Kevin Hart and his gay son joke, it seemed like a…
Ahhhh, it’s that time of year again… The stores packed with busy shoppers. Yards covered with inflatable Santas, snowglobes and other oversized-holiday favorites. Kids everywhere making holiday “wish…
I have always been one who follows the rules. To a fault. I think it is a little bit of the autism gene that runs through my family,…
I find odd and unusual items in my house. Sometimes these discoveries are wrapped in a cloak of dust bunny mystery which must be solved. Like the scientist…
I awoke with a pounding headache, a kid’s foot in my face, and a crooked neck. Yet, in a few hours, none of that would matter because I had booked…
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…
If you’ve done yoga and you have a vagina you might relate to the experience I had in my class today. Yoga isn’t really my thing; I go…
Before I had kids I was rarely ill. No colds. No flu. No ear-nose-throat infections. My immune system was Teflon-coated, permeated only occasionally by self-induced day-after-the-night-before-type maladies. Enter…
I do it. You do it. Everybody does it. We all poop! Now that the obvious has been stated, let’s delve a little deeper and ponder just how we…
Your mother embarrassed you when you were 13. Of course, she did. All mothers must heed the siren’s call. We all have our own brand of horror– my…