Sometimes the bumpiest rides are the most fun. I enjoyed a weekend on an All Terrain Vehicle (ATV) to prove it. As a stay-at-mother, I have spent countless…
A recent Facebook post in a group for midlife women asked members to comment with their term for the phase in life between ages 45 and 55. For…
Mental healthcare is a topic that is widely talked about but limitedly understood. I by no means claim to have all the answers but as a mental health…
As a southern woman, I have found that we are too often taught through our experiences that, above everything else, we should be polite. At some point throughout…
Ask any of my friends: I can cook like a cross between Julia Child and McGyver, amped-up like the Tasmanian Devil and pelted with matzo balls. I am…
Twice now, I’ve tried to write an article for an online life skills blog for parents. The piece was about nurturing intrinsic motivation in our kids, rather than…
I spent a day with beekeepers. The idea came from many articles in the news on the decline of the bee population in the Toronto area. Really, worldwide.…
I don’t hate people. Really. There are exceptions, of course: child molesters, the kid at school who called my daughter a “faggot,” Hitler. But I don’t feel hatred…
On New Years Day in 2013, Julie Nowell snagged the url for the BLUNTmoms website and, long story short, the rest is history. Within three days of its…
I was born and raised a Catholic. I’m talking twelve years of Catholic school, complete with the fugly and scratchy-skirted uniforms, the crotchety and ruler-wielding nuns, the countless…