I had an iPad once, and then my kid downloaded eleventymillion games and apps and needed to sacrifice my netflix time so he could “feed his pigs” and…
I have a boil. I know, boils are supposed to be reserved for creepy old guys who freak out young children with their grotesqueness. Come here my pretty. Mine…
When I first went on maternity leave, I was happy to go. Baby boy, yet to be born at the time, decided he liked laying horizontally inside me,…
I’ve spent many an hour guessing and Googling how to get weird and specific stains out of clothing. Things like baby poop. Or red wine. Or mustard. And…
The darkness is long, and it lingers. The ice is hard on the bay. It’s so damn cold out it freezes my nose-hairs. Winter, go the f**k away.…
It’s true. For a girl who had a Roseanne Roseannadanna perm in her 20s, it’s hard to believe my favorite appliance is, in fact, my flat iron. She…
Here’s your plan, baby. You’re going to build this blogging career layer upon layer, like a tantalizing dripping sandwich they only serve in ancient deli’s on the East…
The Big Mac. The McFlurry. The baked apple pies. The World Famous Fries. McDonald’s® isn’t short of iconic menu items that take top spot in the legend…
I’ve got two kids, both of whom are involved in various extracurricular activities, all of which revolve around sports. My eldest is in marching band so she plays…
I hope I’m not standing alone fighting off a Pinterest shit storm when I say I want all of the things. Sure do! I want the shoes, that…