By Katey Johnson of The Mother Octopus I’m warning you. It’s a true story and it’s pretty gross. I’d pretty much blocked out this entire incident until a friend asked for some info about my gym, including a question about the pool. And then I remembered. That pool. That goddamn pool. […]
By Katey Johnson of The Mother Octopus My freshman year in college, I wrote an essay about boobs for an English class. My mom’s boobs and my best friend’s boobs actually, because they were at opposite ends of the boob spectrum. Twenty-two years later, I’m starting to really put the ma’am […]
By Katey Johnson of The Mother Octopus Last Monday morning, a 6-year-old girl roasted me at the bus stop. It was 8:15 a.m and I repeat, ON A MONDAY. My kids and I crossed the street from our house and waited at the end of our neighbor’s driveway for her crew to […]