For the past year, a pink box has been delivered to my doorstep every month. Each time I find it sitting there, beckoning to me, my insides do a cartwheel like a kid on Christmas morning. The pink box holds new surprises every time, and things I would never think to buy for myself, so they're a fun ... » Learn More about My Pink Box
Americans tend to be way too superficial. Didn't all of our parents teach us it's what's on the inside that counts? And I'm not just saying this so everyone stops staring at my chin zit. Each year, we waste 10 million pounds of food deemed unsellable because it doesn't meet our cosmetic ... » Learn More about Take a Chance on the Ugly Ones!
The night we brought our first-born home from the hospital, I arranged him in a bassinet beside our bed and propped myself up with some pillows, c-section scar searing beneath my PJs. As newborns do, our baby boy woke around 2am, wailing. Because I wasn't moving as fast as normal, I tapped my ... » Learn More about I Don’t Want to Sleep Like a Baby; I Want to Sleep Like My Husband
On this day eight years ago, you were gently lifted from my body at 3:30 am. Certain you were my Mia Rose, I slurred liar! when the doctor announced you were a boy. Anesthesia and I never did get along. You didn't come into the world the way I had envisioned, and you weren't the dark-haired ... » Learn More about Who Said You Could Turn Eight?!
Jokes about moms not being able to pee alone have become as mainstream as the stereotype we all share the maternal aspiration to peruse the aisles of Target sans kids while sipping a Starbucks. I'm here to tell ya: we don't all fit the Target/Starbucks mold. In fact, if given the choice, I'd ... » Learn More about When Your Toddler Follows You Into the Bathroom. (+ a giveaway!)