Here’s how I did it.
Am I a parent, or an abused 1950’s housewife?
Moms need style advice too.
The other night, I was reading this depressing article which basically compared a woman to an autumnal gourd. “There’s no one age where a woman turns into a pumpkin,” the fertility doctor says in the piece. And then goes on to explain there are slight declines in fertility after the age of 35, followed by…
I’m currently washing pillows. Because I had a thought, “How long has it been since I washed our pillows?” And I didn’t know the answer. So I asked Nat. “Um, I don’t know. Have we ever washed them?” he asked. I’m sure we’ve washed them sometime in the last 10 years we’ve been together (actually,…
I’ve reached the point of no return in my Suburban Mom Journey.
I love you, cans of fluid that I can drink.
LET. ME. AT. THEM.
There is always a niggling voice in the back of my head, asking: “Is this worth it?”
Walk away from the Cowboy Hat …
I’m so over applying sunblock.
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