Dear Prince,

This is the only way I know how to get ahold of you. I don’t have your number. If I did, you would hang up on me and make sure I never called you again. So, because we often read things we shouldn’t while we’re just wasting time online, I thought maybe you…

This is How to Skate, Brah

A long time ago I used to lie in bed thinking about how shitty I had it. Well, not really.

But I was tired. It’s hard going to bed at 11:45pm and waking up to a crying baby at 6am. I’d grumpily throw on some sweatpants, grumbling a handful of Code Red level profanity and…

Don’t Bother Reading This, and Don’t Pin It, Either

I read and think a lot about parenting.

I get bi-weekly emails from a psychologist who gives a blog lesson (a blesson) about how to deal with everything from tantrums to sibling rivalry. I have a behaviorist on tap that I call when I just can’t…

107 Saturdays ago, I was at my mom’s house. I was tired. I was semi looking forward to going back home already. It was lunchtime. I listened to my daughter play in the living room with my husband while I made lunch for my son. My husband sat on the couch and peered at his phone. Around 12:45pm, Jay…

It’s been almost 2 years since my son died. We have a 9 month old baby. My daughter has started Kindergarten. I feel like this is the image people see that are on the outskirts of my life. I hate to tell them the truth. It isn’t because I don’t think they can handle it. It’s because I don’t…