As I’ve often said, the transition to motherhood was not an easy road for me. Whether it was because I had my head completely up my ass about…
As a child, I watched you fall asleep face down in plates of food. I’d ask permission to go outside to play, but when I came home, I…
My kids experience little socioeconomic diversity – am I doing them a disservice? I grew up in a working class neighborhood outside Denver. It was a suburban tract…
Food is fantastic. I love it. You love it. We all fucking love it, and we know good food when we see it. At the bakery, that slice…
Six years ago, when I innocently signed my kid up for town soccer, I figured it was an eight-week commitment and he’d lose interest halfway through. Flash forward…
We’ve all been there. You step into the shower listening to your kids bickering. By the time you step out, the house is silent. In a panic,…
Last week I posted this picture on Facebook of my son, my husband and myself celebrating New Years. I received a comment, not saying how happy my son…
When I started reading Kathryn Stockett’s The Help a few weeks ago, I was shaking my head about the reminder about pre-Civil Rights segregated bathrooms in these here…
A few months back, I signed my 11-year-old up to be a Girl Scout. By chance on a windy autumn afternoon, I had run into her old babysitter…
There wasn’t one exact moment when I knew my child was transgender, it happened over years of my son asking me in various different ways to help him…