Using the word “just” when you ask a working mother to do the impossible during a pandemic is an insult, and you’re probably pissing her off.
Raising an introvert is hard. Raising a Black son is often terrifying. Raising one who is both presents a special set of challenges for a mother.
May your sunscreen be strong, your sprinkler be sturdy, and your kids be happily occupied without leeching onto you every 12 seconds. Amen!
Working moms, how do you do it? How do you all the things I do plus endure an exhausting day at work? There aren’t enough hours in the day to do it all.
I guess the problem started when I planted the potted plant in honor of our eldest daughter, Karla’s, achievements.
Next year will not be perfect. It will be inconvenient, irritating at times, and uncomfortable.
By Sam Wassel of Between the Monkey Bars I have a somewhat embarrassing confession to make: I didn’t know the details of what happened to George Floyd until about four days after the fact. I know what you’re probably thinking: How is that even possible? It seems like EVERYONE is talking about it. But you see, […]
IBS is a real bitch — especially when you’re trapped in the school pick up line. You might find yourself sneaking into the bus lane in desperation.