A friend of mine recently received an anonymous email telling her to "cool it" with the baby pics on Facebook. Who does that?!

Mar 25, 2013 at 3:00pm | 464 comments

When I'm drunk, I'm on vacation from being a mom. My shift has ended, and I am now like a tax-write-off dependent and my friends are my guardians.
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.
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.
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

Ask me how many movies I've seen since my kid was born.
I'm embarrassed to admit to you and to anybody that I'm not sure how I feel about babies at a time when it's maybe most important for me to know.
mother's day
Who are these demure souls wielding garden gnomes and keepsake boxes while raising America’s youth?
fat shaming
I’m an only child and she’s divorced from my dad. I just need help getting through to her.
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?
fat acceptance
dating advice
My mother is very concerned that my cat is the reason I don't have a boyfriend.
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.
People ask me how I’m doing, and when I say, “I’m fine,” they nod, assuming I’m holding something back for their benefit. But I’m not. I am fine. I am good. I am all right.

Feb 5, 2013 at 5:00pm | 132 comments

mother's day
I recognize that it’s ridiculous of me to demand that something be planned in my honor, while at the same time insisting that I shouldn’t be the one to plan it.
you are the advice columnist
I'm a SOHM right now so this sounds so luxurious!
This one survey says yes.

May 17, 2013 at 11:30am | 110 comments

Every night after our respective Arby’s shifts, my mother would crack open a Bud Light and scoff at these women on TV who spend their days getting massages and "working" on their hand bag lines.
family drama
It started small. Forgetting words, getting turned around when driving, repeating stories. Initially, it seemed like stress -- and my mom was very good at playing it off.
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.
domestic abuse
Once, my mom spotted a bruised woman with three children holding a cardboard sign in the Wal-Mart parking lot. It was pouring down rain. I was seven. “Stay in the car,” she said, locking me in.
A boy said, "No girls allowed. Boys game only.” She looked back at me, smirked and stayed in line.