This year, my husband and I are considering downsizing after living in our home for going on thirty-two years now. Like everyone else these days, we’re not as…
“No, please, no.” “Don’t sit here. Don’t sit here.” Their eyes avoid meeting mine at all costs as I scramble sideways down an isle that was obviously made…
I used to give a sh*t about EVERYTHING in life. Everything mattered to me. I cared what strangers thought of me and my life. I cared about why…
You know how parenting is mostly telling people stuff you would have thought was just common sense, and then repeating yourself until you think you sound crazy, right?…
I don’t fly. Ever. But I used to. I come from a family of avid travelers and grew up with parents who, for some sadistic reason, thought it would…
How many years has this insufferable display been on television? I can’t bring myself for 30 seconds to research this shitshow, so I don’t know for certain, but…
As much as I write for my fellow fluffy mamas, I get criticized by those who either have the unicorn metabolism I love to refer to, or to…
What does it mean to be an adult? When do you become an adult? Is it based upon some age you reach? Some milestone? I think some people…
I have a serious love/hate relationship with Facebook. Love: because it connects me to my family and friends; they can see my boys grow up from thousands of…
In fact, I recently discovered I have a wrinkle-stache. If you don’t know what that is, well lucky you and your smooth upper lip area. When I smile?…