Almost Single. Men, Go Away.
If you’re representatives of what’s out there to date, I’d rather stay home with my cat and watch re-runs of Mad Men,
While You Were Little
And I did what parents do to raise their children: I sacrificed time and freedom.
Anatomy of a Mom Blogger Pile On
You will be referred to as a “breeder,” and you will be blamed for every uncomfortable public interaction the commenter has ever had with people under the age of 18.
In Defense of Not Sharing
I took the perpetually spinning circle on my phone as a sign that maybe this time, this trip with my kids was off limits from sharing.
Overdue Permission from a Cancer Survivor
But sometimes we take this responsible sensibility too far, thinking that we’re being good people when really, we’re just stamping a giant DENIED on our psyches over and over and over again.
Reasons My Son is Crying = Future Therapy
When Tumblr is involved, it says, “Your misery is for my amusement and those of my friends and total strangers, over and over and over again.”
Staring at Candy: When it Was All About You.
I imagine that when my kids graduate high school and go off to college, I’ll begin to stare absentmindedly at candy and potato chips once again
