His name was Marshal. I met him the summer before my freshman year of high school. He was the first boy who confirmed what I’d already suspected. Marshal…
A lot of things change when you become a parent. Your days are filled with nuclear diaper blowouts, shirts stained with spit-up and gods know what else, and…
It happened 4 times in 6 months last year. I am still struggling to comprehend what brought us to that point, and how after the first attempt it…
I am the mother of a daughter. I am not perfect. I am not always a role model. We were shopping last week and I found myself thinking,…
But I just want to know: How do you explain your boob job to your daughter? (or your son, for that matter.) Hey, I’m pretty liberal as liberal…