For the last two decades, I’ve had coffee just about every single morning. I started one day when I was doing an internship touring with a group of actors who performed for large groups of children early in the morning. At the beginning, I struggled! The early wake-up calls were way too much for my early twenty-something self to manage. I needed something, anything, to give me the energy I needed to make it through the day.
I have no problem admitting that I’m a total holiday fiend. The moment the last witch rides away on her broom on Halloween, I’m at the window waiting for Rudolph and his friends to arrive. I love everything about the holidays, and spend the last two months of the year trying to mark everything I can off of my winter bucket list.
Christmas lights? Check.
Hot cocoa and movies? Yup.
Singing carols? Absolutely.
If it’s basic and related to the holidays, you can count me in.
Except, well, there’s ...
There is a new phenomenon in parenting that is quite baffling to me. Instead of making rules for kids that are rooted in their welfare and best interest, parents are letting social trends and peer pressure dictate what they allow their kids to do. I’ve met parents who let their kids drink alcohol as long as they do it at home. Some of them even give their teens permission to smoke e-cigarettes. Where I’ve seen this new leniency the most, though, is when it comes to social media.
You know all of the jokes about new moms being exhausted and never sleeping ever again?
That’s not a reality for some moms. Believe it or not, there are parents of babies out there who are still getting a decent amount of rest. Well, you know, eventually.
Mother of two Brandi Riley describes how she learned to confront implicit bias, find culturally competent doctors, and get good medical care by doing research, demanding a second opinion, and speaking up for herself.
In a couple of months, my youngest child will turn 2, and it’s really starting to hit me. This is it. I’m not having any more babies.
I knew this even as I was pregnant with my baby boy. It was the plan for him to be our last all along. My husband and I had to work hard to get this kid. The stress of trying to conceive was forgotten, though, as I struggled with a difficult pregnancy and delivery. Those things slipped my mind as I dealt with the pain of recovery after a rough c-section, and wo...
My ex and I didn’t have a dramatic breakup. Even though we had a child together, thanks to his unfortunate habit of not showing up (literally and figuratively), things ended with little fanfare. When my daughter and I moved across the country to be with my now-husband, my ex didn’t even come by to say goodbye to my little girl.
Once we were moved, I heard from him once in the first six months. I texted him to let him know I was getting married. He didn’t call me again until a little over a ye...
I love this season of women supporting women that we’re currently in. It seems like ladies have gotten the memo that we can crack the glass ceiling so much faster if many women bang on that shit together rather than tapping on it by ourselves. Whether we’re empowering each other to feel good in the skin that were in, or making sure we all have the tools we need to be financially successful, sisters are doing it for ourselves!
Of course, it’s not all a fairy tale. Is the fight for equality eve...
Every year, for the past few years, I’ve sent my mother a text message on her birthday. I know that’s really weird. Who has a mom, who is still alive, and they don’t at the very least pick up the phone to call? Now that we have so many technological options, a video chat would probably make even more sense. But my mom and I don’t have that type of relationship.
I rarely call her because she’s an alcoholic. There’ve been many instances when I’ve called her with good news, an important update, ...
The kitchen is where all of the love is.
Does your tween REALLY need a cell phone? Here's why it might come in handy.