One More Chapter

Once upon many times, I was told to go to my room.  Shocker.  This particular time my mother, #lakme, had tossed a Nancy Drew book at me and I wasn't allowed to come out until I finished it.  I was horrified.  I was 7.  Oh, if I could only say reading was the biggest horror... Continue Reading →

For Moms with Tiny Humans

"My son spit on me today."  This is a text message I received from my best friend followed by "I want to stab him in the face with a fork."  Meanwhile, I was reading a book on my couch wearing whitestrips and a charcoal peel-off mask.  Talk about a Freaky Friday dynamic.  I don't know... Continue Reading →

They’re My Idiots

I am very fortunate in that my family is very close.  We were each other's first friends...and first enemies.  We have truly seen each other through it all:  the good, the bad, the ugly.  For the record, you don't know ugly until you see the butt-cut I rocked in the early 90s.  Yikes.  We keep... Continue Reading →

The Unofficial Superhero

Anytime any of my girlfriends have told me they are pregnant, there's always a split second of hesitance before my  reaction because two thoughts cross my mind.  The first one is OH MY GOODNESS, YOU'VE DECIDED TO MAKE A TINY HUMAN AND THIS IS SO EXCITING!!!!!  The second one is HOLY S#%* YOU'RE SOMEBODY'S MOM... Continue Reading →

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