Dear Mike Francesca, Boomer Esiason, and Craig Carton, I have no idea who you are. Really, I don’t. Sorry. I had to look up how to spell your names for this article. But I heard what you said the other day about New York Mets player Daniel Murphy, and my husband knows who you are,…
Dear Delta Gammas of Maryland, That email that just went viral? The one that’s popping up on my FaceBook newsfeed and all over Twitter? The one where you call your fellow sorority sisters “boring”, “f*cking f**ggots”, and “retarded”? News flash ladies. The country is not laughing with you right now. Most of them are laughing…
Update: I am sharing this post again, three years later, in honor of the brave young woman who shared her Victim Impact Statement with the world after she was raped by Brock Turner. Three years later, and if you change the town of “Steubenville” to “Stanford”, the issues remain the same. Of course they do.…
Ah, the Internet. It’s the foundation for so many beautiful things. Communities of mothers who learn from each other, a virtual treasure trove of recipes and craft ideas, and a phenomenal way to share updates with friends and family all across the globe. It’s also how I met my husband, but that’s a story for another time.…
What do my 3 year old son and Rep. Todd Akin have in common? They are both someone’s child. They both have parents who are responsible for teaching them how to be men. Kind, intelligent, aware, gentle men. In our house, we are on Day 1 of Potty Learning with 3 year-old Max. While I’d…
This post is going to be about formula, which unfortunately, means that I need to start with a disclaimer. I know that “breast is best”. I know that breastfeeding isn’t easy, and that there are dozens of resources available to help a struggling mom find her footing in the land of boobs and milk. I…
When you choose to splash your family across the Internet, how do you know when you’re in danger? I write this blog to keep an online record of Max’s life, and to chronicle my journey as his mother. I write to gain community. I write to document what mothering feels like. And I write because I know…