Disclaimer

I know that I haven’t been around here much lately.  I’m working on being honest about the reasons why.  I’ve drafted and redrafted posts in my head.  I’ve debated about how much to share.  I’ve avoided the computer all together.  I’m virtually non-existent, in the virtual sense. My inner monologue goes something like this: I…

What Not To Say: Toddler Sleep

Can I tell you a secret? Other moms piss me off. So I’ve decided to turn my FaceBook freak-outs frustration into a handy, informative blog post.  For all y’all who have some advice to give.  Yes, this is a community.  Yes, your feedback is welcome.  Yes, I am a huge proponent of everyone learning from…

Angry Blogger

This space has been kind of quiet lately.  I’ve taken a step back. I came home from BlogHer12 with more questions than answers.  When a friend asked me about my trip to NYC today, I told her the truth.  I felt fulfilled by BlogHer, and yet it pulled back the curtains on some ugly truths. …

The Dancing ABCD’s

Sleep. That bastard has eluded us since day one. Actually, since day negative 40 something, because lord knows you can’t sleep comfortably when you’re pregnant and huge and keep getting leg cramps and have to pee all night long and then you trip over the dog every time you get up. Max went from being…

On Formula, Failure, and Freedom

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…

Revealing

My husband is at a business function tonight.  At the Versace Mansion.  In South Beach.  The motherfucking Versace Mansion, y’all. As for me?  I’m lying next to my sleeping toddler in our hotel room. My sleeping toddler who I love and adore.  In a very beautiful hotel room.  The one that Jennifer Aniston apparently stays…

Dark and Dreary

I’m hiding away at my new favorite spot, a little french cafe a few towns over from Max’s preschool.  It has just enough noise to calm my thoughts, and just enough calm to stir the noise inside enough to form some very “writerly” things. My cafe also has an entire bakery counter of deliciousness.  Things like…