I’d been texting with a handsome British guy over the past few weeks. We initially met on Tinder. I did what I typically do – re-open my account, swipe around, make a few matches, engage in a handful of empty conversations, delete account. He was persistent, though, and found me on Facebook when I’d gone… Read More The unexpectedly gross pic that ended my text relationship
I know I write a lot about self-improvement, and that’s because I’m a big, fat fan of it. I LOVE an introspective person. I LOVE accountability. I LOVE seeing flaws and being able to relate. But today I was watching a really funny YouTube video (check out Matt Bellassai for serious hilarity but watch out… Read More Here’s a quick way to ruin things
I was chatting with a dear friend yesterday, and we got onto the topic of friendships. And about quantities of Facebook friends – not our own, but others. OK, it’s a weird topic, just forget about that part. It got me thinking, though. Social media has done a lot of good for us – it… Read More When strangers like your spinach
I have a confession: I killed The Dynamom. Who’s The Dynamom? Well, she’s a writer. She’s blogged for years about parenthood – primarily opinion pieces – and doled out some decent-ass practical advice. So what’s my beef? Well, there’s no beef. The Dynamom is me. She WAS me, I suppose. I wrote as The Dynamom,… Read More Confession: Why I killed The Dynamom
It’s that time again, the time when the cleverest, craftiest moms and dads dust off their favorite Elf on the Shelf Pinterest boards and create magic for their Facebook friends — I mean, their kids! Of course, their kids. Honestly, it’s adorable and I know the kids love those elves. In fact, this year, my 8 year… Read More Sorry, kid: Elf on the Shelf isn’t gonna happen
Hi there. It’s me: the lady who lives at Target. You’ll find me by the checkout, stealthily checking my banking app to make sure I have enough to cover the mass of superfluous goods I’m proudly carting about the store. Well, I’m also checking my Cartwheel app—I’m not an idiot!—and I’m about to save $.03 on… Read More All the ways my paychecks go to Target
Is your friend Heidi single? I know someone … That’s the text that inevitably shows up on my phone a few times a year. Typically it’s my married friends asking. Not because they’re hoping to date her, but because they know someone who is, or who might be. And that would be fine, were it not… Read More I’m not my hot friend’s manager
The other day, a colleague and I went out to lunch at our favorite restaurant. It had been a long week full of crazy work stress, and we just needed a precious hour to decompress, chat about our lives and stuff our faces with juicy pork dumplings and garlicky green beans. A few tables over,… Read More Please don’t bring your baby to the restaurant
Admit it – you do these things, too! And that’s OK. But maybe – just maybe – it’s time to think about changing things up a little bit, for the sake of your sanity, your relationship with your kids, and because life’s too short. 1. Judging other parents. This one’s hard for us all. We’ve all… Read More 10 bad habits parents need to break
I’m fat. When I say that to friends, their knee-jerk reaction is to deny, to say, “No you’re not!” or “Stop! Don’t say that about yourself.” And, listen, I understand why they do that. The word ‘fat’ is so commonly used a weapon. But I’m not intending it that way. I’m not fishing for compliments… Read More The ‘F-word’ you can call me
