My Husband's birthday came and went this year with little more than professions of love over Grey Goose martinis and exhortations to please put that shitty diaper in the Diaper Genie, dammit. In all...
Things are backed up here again. Blogstipation. A whole lotta blog fodder has been going in and I'm having trouble getting it out.To wit, my blog to-do list:1) A post on fear: why, when...
Everyone's home, everyone has posted. We're all laughed out (sort of), and cried out (mostly), and anyone who wasn't there is probably well and truly sick of hearing about it.So I won't say anything...
San Jose and BlogHer seem, now, a world away. Well, 24 hours away, anyway, 14 of which were spent in airports, on tarmac and in the air. You heard me. 14 hours of...
You know that you've reached a special place in your life as a quote-unquote mommy-blogger when: a) you really want to write about your breasts, and not in the context of breastfeeding, and b)...
Dear Baboo,You are not, despite all of your efforts to commence rule of the Universe at such an early age, yet able to read, but Mommy needs to pretend right now that she's able...
Do you still call it a scare, impotent if you’re not scared?We had a pregnancy ‘alert’ this weekend. The whole late thing, allergy the-past-that-time-of-the-month-thing, you know, the sort of thing that once...
