I’m going to be honest, I didn’t vote for Hillary during the primaries. But I’m sure as hell celebrating her victory now. I’d like to say that “as a woman,” I’m celebrating her win,...
I saw a comment underneath someone else’s blog the other day. It was from a man saying that his grandmother raised umpteenth kids and never complained about it. At first I couldn’t pinpoint why...
Breasts are utilitarian. I realized this after giving birth and beginning to breastfeed my baby. This realization was, I can almost guarantee, not a unique experience for a woman…with breasts…who decides to feed her...
There’s this meme that flies around Facebook every now and then, that bugs the shit out of me. It’s supposed to be an introvert’s brain, and it’s this line that swiggles around in some...
On rewriting our limitations: I tell my girls they can be anything, not because I believe they can be, but because I want them to believe it. I wanted to be a writer as...
I took my husband’s last name at the age of 25. We’d already been together for over a decade, and I’d imagined over and over again what this would feel like. My maiden name was...
I’m about to have two little ladies running around my house instead of just one. (I’m expecting a girl.) And raising a girl is nothing short of a blessing. But sugar and spice and...
Call her a pampered-princess type—you’d be right. She knows her worth and value and she demands that her lover does too. (Lesson one.) You know, let’s just cut to the chase and dive in. How...
