Do I Exist Just for Them?
This kind of thing happens so much in motherhood. Always the last to eat. Always first to get sunburned. Last to bathe. First to clean up the gross thing.
This kind of thing happens so much in motherhood. Always the last to eat. Always first to get sunburned. Last to bathe. First to clean up the gross thing.
Whenever I remind my dad that I’m turning 40 this year, he gets a strange look on his face. He looks shocked, almost stricken. And …
My oldest daughter, soon to be 8 years old, sipped her hot cocoa thoughtfully, the white lights of our Christmas tree reflected in her dark …
“Honey, where’s the sponge?” “I think I saw it under the paintbrush!” “The paintbrush the baby was walking around with? Um, OK. And the coffee …
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and it’s good timing, because I have boobs on the brain. Namely, my own boobs. Considering their utility alone, …
Social media can make you feel bad. You’ve probably read this somewhere; maybe you’ve even experienced it for yourself. Trolling Facebook late at night, spying …
I remember back-to-school shopping as an 8-year-old. When I hit the mall with my mom, I was looking for the finest Bart Simpson T-shirt money …
I’m calling summer 2017 the “Summer of the Great Experiment.” The girls and I are heading up to sleepy midcoast Maine for the full 10 weeks, …
Today I will be as happy as my toddler. I will immediately assume that every gift — for any occasion — is for me. I …