Last year, my sister posted to Facebook the above picture of our families’ combined Christmas presents under her tree (and all over the family room) and tagged me in…
As they trek through their ruined city, she thinks, We are all homeless now. There is no life left here. She prays that someone will take them in.
During middle school, I was cursed with the typical, not-really-that-impressive variety of acne, the kind so many of us endured and most of which went away by my…
In a recent article on Elite Daily, the case was made for the coolness of young, hip millennial mothers. As I scrolled through the adorable Instagram photo compilation, I…
Last fall, HuffPost Live invited me to participate in their livestream to discuss a piece I’d written about my preference for C-section birth. I did not and do not have…
For Mother’s Day, I wanted the day off. I wanted my husband to do all the crap I normally do so I wouldn’t have to do any of…
