“OMG!!! Why won’t you wake the F*ck up?” This has suddenly become my daily lament and the newest battle between mother and son. How did the battle with…
Oh, hi! I see you over there, watching me. That 10-gallon sunhat and those super cool BluBlocker knock-offs aren’t hiding your judgment as you sneer at me from…
I recently went to see my doctor and she told me that if I didn’t make some lifestyle changes, I was going to be in a world of…
Nothing says adventure like driving 2400 miles in a thirty-eight foot RV with 8 people in 7 days. Did I mention 4 of the 8 people were under…
Welcome to the Blunt Moms cultural awareness program where we provide educational pieces about cross border issues. In this latest edition, a Canadian explains questions of international import…
Do you have snotty obnoxious teenagers who treat you like crap? Do they speak to you in that derisive tone like you just farted? You know where they…
Are you or have you recently been the victim of an annoying mother-in-law? Does she spend every waking moment berating her “loved” ones for not living up to…
It would be hard to describe the shenanigans that go on in the cadre writer group here at Blunt Moms. Certainly when you get a bunch of writers, who are also stressed out Moms, there will be hilarity and some epic rudeness. One day we were talking about how the swamp creatures who surround the
I’m a mid-life, out-of-shape housewife pretending to be a ballerina when my kid is at school. Why? Maybe it’s because I was deprived of ballet lessons growing up,…
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…