Let’s be real. The anticipation of Christmas is better than the actual experience of Christmas. For the first thirty minutes, the twinkling lights, jovial ambient noise, and surge…
The holidays can be a tough time for people who have suffered the loss of a loved one, no matter how much time has gone by. Sitting down…
It’s that time of year when I am in full swing Christmas-mode, up to my eyeballs in holly jolly. Over the next couple nights I will be wrapping…
I smile at the cashier and say “Happy Holidays” as I check out of the grocery store line with a cart full of food for Christmas dinner. “It’s…
For the past year, I have been dating and indeed been in a full-blown love relationship with a man who is still married. He is, however, separated and…
I did a bad thing. A terrible, horrible thing. I was trying to be funny, but like Kevin Hart and his gay son joke, it seemed like a…
What do you get for your teen who is almost an adult? We have some ideas that they are going to love (and will prepare them for the…
Twenty-five days. From Dec. 1st to Dec. 26th, I’m a team player in the “Happy Holidays” games… I radiate joy and fa-la-la with the best of them (except…
Did you know that on New Year’s Eve 2020, BLUNTmoms will turn 7 years old? Aside from looking frickin amazing for our age, we are also funny, bright…
We are all so concerned about the effects of social media on our children. There are articles that go into detail about the pain and trauma it causes…
I will defend my right to let my kids mangle the English language until you pry this “cockulator” from my cold, dead hands. I am not a gratitude…
I rarely remember my mother happy. She existed on a drip-drip of existential and real-time angst and an inability to let anything go for most of her 58…
Ahhhh, it’s that time of year again… The stores packed with busy shoppers. Yards covered with inflatable Santas, snowglobes and other oversized-holiday favorites. Kids everywhere making holiday “wish…
My rather attractive husband apparently believes in Santa and this may be the year I stab him with a candy cane. There are mere hours until Christmas, we…