When I was a little girl, my mother would make a futile attempt to take a short afternoon nap on weekdays. Always bored and often lonely, I would…
Dear Father of a Teenage Daughter, You love your kids and would do anything for them. That should be enough, right? Wrong! You don’t fucking know what you…
Teaching my kids table manners is akin to a badger teaching her babies to fly. I’m not saying I have no manners; I’m saying I like to not…
As you probably already know, Americans are not the most culturally aware people on the planet. We, as a whole, are not very geographically literate either. We have…
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…
Blunt Moms writers hail from all over the world, as do our readers. We are, however, founded in Canada, and proudly so. Because Canadian blood runs through our…
My husband is really good at remembering people’s names. They’re just not the names that belong to the people he’s talking to. “We ran into Noah and his…
I know a thing or two about sudden loss. I have lost grandparents and a friend out of the blue and it hurt like a bandaid ripped off…
You are barraged by the evidence: Aruban pleasure trips you’ll never go on, girls nights out you weren’t invited to, and valedictorian/Eagle Scout/MVP offspring you’ll never have. But,…
Our family was invited to see Toy Story 4 as part of a media preview and we accepted because we have been Toy Story fans since the very…