When I told my husband I was going to be one of the bloggers for BLUNTmoms I gushed excitedly over the phone that I could also blog anonymously…
I have a friend who wishes that her husband was the only person that she ever had sex with. When she told me this I burst out laughing.…
My neighborhood is a strange one, an anomaly, a miracle of child development. See, the children in our neighborhood, they are all gifted. They are brilliant, advanced and the best of…
I worry. Constantly. I even worry about my worrying. I worry that I have passed it onto my kids. I worry about how to stop my worrying. I’m…
(With apologies to Barbara Mandrell. I know MY interpretation of this ol’ country song title is not what she was singing about, but I digress….) My husband is out…
When we had our second boy the first question we were asked by many was “Are you going to try for a girl then?”. Seriously? A second beautiful,…
I was trying to think about what my next topic for BLUNTmoms would be, because I tend to write about a lot of different things on my site,…
I am not one of those people that talk about living with no regrets. Oh, I have regrets, probably about 6 thousand of them. And 3 of them…
There is something mildly perplexing about being a woman. Or about being me, in particular. A state of confusion that comes naturally and is uncontrollable. Regardless of my…
Ok, so I shouldn’t generalize here because I am sure there are plenty of douchebag moms out there as well (hello..anyone seen Dance Moms?!) but for the sake of this…