I was at an event once and was introduced to a woman who was prattling on about this being her first night out away from her kids in…
What a glorious day, I think to myself. I am skipping and humming as I go about my day as if I am having the best damn day…
The week between Christmas and New Year’s is a mental and spiritual Twilight Zone of sorts. Even in a normal, pre-pandemic year, I find myself mildly nauseated for…
Winter is coming. Actually it is already here. So that means we are in for blizzards, power outages and an all-out epidemic of cabin fever. Fear not, I…
Digging deep to find your silver lining in 2020 Nine months into the pandemic I found myself no longer annoyed by the little things; I was bothered by…
I was at Costco earlier today. Now I am drinking. They have Christmas trees festooned with sparkly lights, reams of wrapping paper and boxes of dingle balls for…
I’m not sure if you know, but giving a book is like giving a gift twice. Our little website here at BLUNTmoms is home to amazing authors, creators…
I’m watching my seventh-grade son navigate digital learning. Not like it was at the end of the last school year, when the Los Angeles Unified School District (abruptly)…
Subjects labeled ‘urgent’ in bold, with exclamation points, and asterisks everywhere, flooded my work inbox, filled with unread messages, while I frantically scoured through my personal inbox. At…
The last time I remember enjoying Christmas was the year I got a tiny, not-quite-functional toy blender. (Its plastic blade could swirl water, but it was never going…