My son is a hoarder. Maybe not a certifiable, diagnostic case (not yet, anyway), but he’s a hoarder. I’m sure of it. His bedroom drawers are littered with what appears to outside observers to be junk — scraps of construction paper, daycare projects from his first year of life, old […]
“Your child has _____.” These are words no parent ever wants to hear. It doesn’t matter whether the diagnosis is Autism Spectrum Disorder or cancer; the flood of emotions is intense and raw and sometimes debilitating. I know because I’ve been through it. Every painful, nightmarish step toward acceptance. I’ve […]
I don’t know if it’s because I’m feeling extra run down by this third pregnancy, because 40 is creeping ever-so-close in my near future, or because I’ve completely lost the last shred of cool to my name, but I’ve been saying a lot of really old sounding stuff lately, you […]
Thinking about maybe having a baby? Awesome! Just know that having a pet is NOTHING like having a kid, so if you’re one of those people who thought getting a puppy would prepare you for the demands of raising a child, you couldn’t have been further off. There are some […]
It’s a Mexican standoff. I’m braced in front of the bedroom door in the hallway, holding the handle so Ewing, 3, can’t escape. Ewing is standing on the other side, furiously twisting the knob and banging on the door, screaming unintelligibly about something having to do with him not needing […]
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how different my teenage experience was compared to what my kids’ will be, and in the process, I’ve come up with a list of things only people who grew up in the 90s will understand. Are you a 90s kid? Browse these 34 […]
Just a reminder, as it seems many people have either missed the memos, chosen to ignore them, or forgotten them completely: It’s still not OK to say “retarded.” Ever. Not even when you’re just kidding. Not even when you post something written by someone else. Not even because your freedom of […]
I’m an emotional time bomb these days. Most recently, while writing a farewell letter to my high school students, I got all teary-eyed thinking about how much I was going to miss them this summer. The normal, not pregnant me would have had those feelings in my heart but would […]