I would say my 3-year-old son is so good at negotiating that he should become a lawyer when he grows up. But I’m technically a
I’ll start this post with a few embarrassing admissions: I love reading Refinery29’s Money Diaries, in which an anonymous person records all their spending—and often
“She’s such a good baby!” “My girl is a good eater.” “He’s easy.” “He’s in the middle of his Terrible Twos.” “Terrible Twos? Wait ‘til
The other day I experienced a first: I wrote an email to a podcast, and they actually read it on an episode! The email, pasted
Another summer, another round-up of my favorite beach reads–adult books, with no pictures and no grubby hands trying to rip a page out before you’re
I’m on a plane alone, returning from a work trip, and I wish my kids were with me. I know; it’s shocking to me, too.