The Power of NOPE
I bought a shirt the other day. Initially I bought it because my friend’s nine-year-old daughter created the design, which I thought was genius and hilarious.
I bought a shirt the other day. Initially I bought it because my friend’s nine-year-old daughter created the design, which I thought was genius and hilarious.
Welcome to our suburban community! Life here is relaxing, enriching, and carefree. For maximum enjoyment, we have etched the following guidelines (in marble, actually). Please
I found a Cheeto (Cheeti? Cheeta? What is the singular form of Cheetos, anyhow?) in my scarf yesterday. Naturally, I ate it. No sense wasting
The holidays are a joyful time to celebrate loved ones and family traditions. To give thanks for all of our blessings and good fortune, right? Sure.
I’ve got something happening on my face. Something bad. Like red, bumpy, meth-face bad. It all started a few months ago. At first I thought
Memories of my own junior high dances are obscured in a haze of Drakar Noir, Aqua Net hairspray, and raging (and foul-smelling) tweenage hormones. Sadly,
Okay, I don’t actually have a joke. I’m just awkwardly introducing a different kind of post. See, depression and anxiety have walked back into my
You’ve been enjoying the sweet spot of parenting since your children outgrew the pre-schooler phase, but now you’re wallowing in the Tween Trenches. Well, I’ve got good
I promise I know how to behave properly in public. I can keep my voice down. I practice good manners. I follow my own rules
September 6-12 is National Suicide Prevention Week. I lost my brother to suicide three years ago, and I live with chronic depression and anxiety myself.
Parenting experts want to lecture you on breastfeeding, sleep training, discipline, and all sorts of child-rearing topics. Their unending spew of “helpful” advice can drown you
My Dearest Husband, Welcome home! I hope you had a wonderful day at work. I know, I know, I look like hell (again) this evening.