We worked on it back and forth until, somehow, it was 3 a.m. and I had a completely ridiculous garment that I could call a dress.
family drama
My mom, the adventurous, whimsical woman, never really returned after that biopsy.
After I moved to the city, I changed my phone number and made a new email address. I meticulously blocked all of my immediate and distant family members on social media.
I look for pieces I can throw on quickly to look very put-together, even if I’m really very thrown-together.
best friends
I used to worry that I'd be unwittingly ostracized from our little group because I didn't have or want children. Instead, our respect for each other has only strengthened.
A boy said, "No girls allowed. Boys game only.” She looked back at me, smirked and stayed in line.
She buys me a new scale for every apartment I’ve had, the old one having mysteriously disappeared. Even today, we email each other our weights on a daily basis.
the frisky
Have we become so conditioned to viewing breasts solely as sexualized body parts that anything outside that immediately causes people to wave their Puritan flags in protest?
Long before she had me, my mom rambled around Baltimore in the ’60s with her friends John Waters and Divine.
As a non-binary person, as someone who indentifies as neither a man or woman, neither "Dad" or "Mom," what parental name is there for me?
A kid was screaming, "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS," as his mother dragged him to the waiting room.

Jun 4, 2014 at 12:30pm | 69 comments

the frisky
My mom influenced me greatly with the way she dealt with body issues.
Next time a child waves at you and shouts “hi!” EVEN IF YOU’RE EATING OR YOU HATE CHILDREN, don’t act like you can see straight through him.
mother's day
My child is completely dependent on me for her safety and care, and it's terrifying to love someone so defenseless.
Modern moms seem to be on a kick to bring their child-rearing techniques back to the Dark Ages, and my technology-obsessed, processed-food-loving heart can’t deal with the sanctimoniousness.
fat shaming
I’m an only child and she’s divorced from my dad. I just need help getting through to her.
NEWS FLASH, Y’ALL: The right to be sexy ends when you pop a child out of your body!

Jan 27, 2014 at 5:30pm | 317 comments

It’s not that I no longer care about stretch marks and saggy boobs, it’s that those things don't have an effect on how I feel about myself.
online dating
At least for an afternoon! Here's what happened.
what the parenting books don't tell you
I'm not sure I even remembered to brush my hair on Monday, but I still managed to trick at least two people into thinking I have it all together. YOU CAN, TOO.
How can I let my Mom see that's its not right that my grandmother makes her feel so badly?
fat acceptance