A lot of things go wrong in my life and it’s pretty much never my fault, but BFF and I have agreed that we will not ever tell our children that they ARE RUINING EVERYTHING even when it’s totally true. That’s because we don’t want children feeling guilty about the role they play in downgrading Read More
Well, the Diva has turned nine, and she might start shaving her legs soon. Actually, the idea of giving her a razor seems like, I don’t know, parental endorsement of decorative scarring. So I should say that she might start applying hair remover soon. I’ve always been slightly averse to the claim that American girls Read More
Earlier this week, I wrote about Confession. Now I must confess something to you. When I was giving an example of a venial sin, I originally wrote that I had “lusted in my heart (and elsewhere)” upon seeing a hot guy at the gym. Hot Firefighter Husband, who has a side job as Editor of Read More
One aspect of being a devout Catholic that I really miss is going to Confession. As a schoolgirl, I went to Confession once a week or so to cleanse my soul. I was taught that my soul is like a dry-erase board. Every time I sin, a black mark appears. But it’s not permanent if Read More
As you may know, I am part coon-ass. I grew up in Louisiana, and my mom’s family was from deep in the bowels of Cajun country. My grandmother’s mother used to steal chickens out of my grandfather’s mother’s yard. They were so close they could have been cousins. Okay, well, they were cousins. But it’s Read More
At a recent Place of Recreation, two little girls began playing with my kids, allowing me to sip a cocktail and text people. The girls’ mother soon approached me, and I complimented her on how well her children played with younger children. She thanked me, and said, “I have a friend who adopted her daughter Read More
“You’ve got to stop yelling at our son,” said Hot Firefighter Husband. “HE HAS GOT TO STOP DOING THINGS SO WORTHY OF BEING YELLED AT,” I yelled in my quietest yelling voice, which involves serious brow-furrowing. I so need some Botox. And so need to stop ending sentences with prepositions. Husband sent me to my Read More
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