The main question I think we should be asking ourselves is this: “If I could find another way to deal with mommy anxiety, guilt, pressure, and monotony, would I try it?” The last place on earth you’d expect for a wine joke to fall flat is around a bunch of mom bloggers. They practically invented sayings like […]
Along with exercise, healthy eating, trendy charcoal face masks, monthly pedicures, and nightly book reading, this therapy helped me take care of myself. It helped me take care of my kids better. “…I believe functional parenting is the secret to world peace. And the only way to make functional parents is to heal psychological wounds […]
Men are led to believe, often since they are young boys, that women should have sex with them when they want it. You’ve no doubt heard this complaint from one of your married friends: We’re not having as much sex anymore. It’s a complaint that plays right into the stereotype that once couples get married they […]
It’s hard being excited for babies you never wanted. I woke up disoriented, blurry. The anesthesia worked and was wearing off. My soon-to-be husband and mother stood next to my hospital bed holding my hands. I had just undergone laparoscopic surgery for cyst removal. The cyst wasn’t cancerous and was mostly liquid-filled. But once inside, the doctors did a little more […]
You can talk about how you are exhausted, grossed out by baby fecal matter, pissed that you have epic stretch marks, and annoyed that you have no time to get your hair cut anymore. Your childfree friend may not get it—but they won’t judge either. Before we get into this, let me clarify “childfree.” Childfree in […]
Green hair could be just the start of her acceptance toward all different types of standards of beauty—different body types, different skin colors, different textures of hair, etc. “Mama, can I have green hair for picture day?” my 4-year-old says in her sing-songy voice. Normally, you’d expect this question from a tween or a teenager. […]
Our ethnicities don’t make up a pie graph. We don’t identify through fractions. We identify through customs and language and experience. I remember telling my girls that they were Persian, and thinking there would be some type of AAAAAaaaaaa (angels singing a capella from above) moment. More like AAhhhhAaaaaaa…..aaaa..auuuuu…..ughhhh. Not so much. I told my […]
