I’ve always loved to laugh, especially at the expense of others. I guess this doesn’t put me at the head of the list for the Nobel Peace Prize, but at least I’m honest about it. I was always a bigger fan of America’s Funniest Home Videos than I was of Gray’s Anatomy. Sometime during adulthood, […]
As I look into the mirror and examine myself at too-close a distance, I can’t help but see the small changes that have been slowly taking over my body. Sometimes, I can fool myself into believing that I’m the same woman I was 20 years ago. Most of the time, though, those tiny changes scream […]
I’m lucky enough to do this whole writing thing as a day job, and one of my favourite places to write for these days is Romper. It’s a new(ish) site, less than a year old, and it’s for young moms who are looking for a feminism-driven, body-positive, inclusive slant on their mom articles. I’ve always […]
I have, in the past, made my feelings known about Caillou. This is not exactly an unpopular opinion, amongst parents. Most people agree that the little fucker is whiny, demanding and sets a pretty awful example for our kids. Hell, the Fournado learned the word “stupid” from watching the show. Thanks, Caillou. I’m not here today […]
I had the distinct pleasure of trying to find a Hallowe’en costume for my kids just two days before the actual day. It also happened to be the day before my daughter’s first Hallowe’en class party, so I didn’t futz around in the crap stores, or bother going the DIY route. This mama had to […]
“Well, I guess we’ll be the brains, and you can be the beauty.” These words hit me like a ton of bricks, when they came from some well-meaning male friends in high school. We had joined forces, 2 guys and myself, to work on an English project. I had thought we were coming together because […]
In the past, I have admitted to my daughter that I can be an asshole. That I am less than perfect, as a mom, and that I have a lot to apologize and feel guilty for. Today is not that day. Dear sweet, lovely daughter of mine, Today, Mommy is a goddamn saint. This morning, […]
I am so screwed. I have a training-resistant kid who does not give a flying fuck if she wears diapers for the rest of her goddamn life. And she starts kindergarten in exactly 3 months.