the frisky
I’m cognizant of the fact that Kale’s nine-month stint of unemployment never made us poor — just temporarily broke.
Forgiveness doesn't mean I have to remain in a relationship with her and allow her to keep hurting me.
I want my friends to have all the babies. ALL THE BABIES. Plus I can't wait to imprint on my friends' children and mold them in my image.

Jul 18, 2014 at 4:00pm | 78 comments

dating advice
I told him everything I'd wanted to tell him for two years, but managed to twist it around so much it sounded like one friend giving another friend one epic pep talk that would put Dr. Phil to shame.
childhood crushes
“Gregory is GAY,” was frequently bellowed by other kids. “Not for you, I’m not,” he’d say, blowing a kiss to his heckler.

Jul 16, 2014 at 5:00pm | 52 comments

It’s sort of like the lite version of cohabiting -- we get to play house, without the logistical tough stuff of actually doing so.
the style con
Guy sits next to you on the train, spreads his legs as far apart as you think could be humanly possible, and you’re suddenly squashed up against a glass panel or door with little room to breathe. And who said sorry? Probably you.
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.
cosmetic industry
One has to wonder if it’s possible to love inanimate objects too much.
These lazy weekend lie-ins will soon be a thing of the past, so enjoy them while you can.
couples counseling
“I think it's over.” He didn't argue. And like that we were in some sort of Woody Allen movie about breaking up in couple's therapy.
A boy said, "No girls allowed. Boys game only.” She looked back at me, smirked and stayed in line.
office parties
Protecting grown-up time may be the best thing you can do for your children.
dating outside of your religion
Nothing like being up to your elbows in Bully Sticks to give you some perspective on life.

Jun 24, 2014 at 1:00pm | 166 comments

Now that I’m in the thick of planning the big wedding part, I can see why people intentionally elope.
I had a sewing machine and all my quilting stuff but no clean underwear.
As I sat in the waiting room filling out paperwork my anxiety skyrocketed when I got to the section that asked for an emergency contact.
I speak quietly to the anthropomorphic blob of pain I'm so happy to have quelled for the moment: "Please please please just behave. At least until next Saturday."
#12 I understand that you have a "resting bitch face" and will never tell you to "smile!" or "cheer up!"

Jun 18, 2014 at 1:00pm | 62 comments

Why am I “depressing” or “negative” because I want to, as everyone does, talk about my experiences?