I’m sitting alone at the Seattle airport, on my way to a friend’s bachelorette party. I’m crying. I didn’t cry when my first child, my
Welp, we got home from a family trip last night. It was our third trip flying with two kids, so you’d think we’d sort of
A few weeks ago I wrote a Money Diary for Refinery29. It ended up being much more of a mom diary than a money diary:
When I’m with my kids all weekend, I crave a break. Not necessarily to go out and get a manicure or go out to brunch
It’s impossible to say anything; impossible to know what to say. That’s because there aren’t words big enough to express our anger and grief and
Any other moms out there feeling weirdly ashamed for how they acted or didn’t act before they became a mom? And in a similar vein,