When It Rains, It Poops
I nestled my head deep into my soft pillow, already savoring the luxurious taste of impending sleep. My newborn son, wrapped tightly in his flannel
I nestled my head deep into my soft pillow, already savoring the luxurious taste of impending sleep. My newborn son, wrapped tightly in his flannel
Parenting was a lot easier before you had kids, right? We understand. We were once perfect parents without children too. There were so many things
This past weekend, my freighbors (neighbors who are also friends) and I were sitting around a fire pit, drinking wine, and shooting the shit. We
My grandma is 95, and I’m almost not even half her age. Ergo, I am too young for a midlife crisis. (If I keep repeating
I’m giving away a bag of dickeys. Want some? I guess before any dickey transactions, I should give you a little warm-up. See, when I was
All over the country, moms and dads are counting down the days until the school year is over. They are writing love letters to summer
After the umpteenth spit-up, the zillionth dirty diaper, and the inevitable projectile poop, you realize: Crap. Kids are messy.
If my life had a bloopers reel, it would contain hundreds (possibly thousands) of scenes of me tripping and falling on my face. In holes. On
If you’ve been around here long, you know I love to write about the quirky conversations that my son Colin and I have. He’s fabulous:
Some days I’ve got a shorter parenting fuse than others. Last week was one of those times. I went into my daughter’s closet to find a
I’ve been good to my female parts all of my life. I go to the doctor regularly and keep a tidy house. I’ve been in
For you Foxy Wine Pocket regulars, it might surprise you to hear that I’m generally a shy, mild-mannered person. That is, I’m a shy, mild-mannered person when