>I was sitting in the waiting room of my obstetrician’s office when I heard it. “This is my nanny.” I whipped around to see a well-to-do woman signing in at the front desk. Beside her stood a girl holding the baby carrier. She was impossibly young with long, platinum blonde hair, a cute little outfit […]

>Dear Mom, When you told me last Friday that you were coming to visit this weekend, I may not have sounded very excited. When you told me you were planning on staying here, I may even have put the phone on mute and let forth a spew of unmentionable words. For that, I apologize. It’s […]

>Remember when I wrote last week about Hubs’s loud and boisterous bell-ringing at our girls’ soccer games? Two days later, our opponents’ parents struck back! The story is in this week’s Nashville Scene. Read the full text of the column below…. Hell’s Bell In my five years as a soccer stepmom, extensive observation has allowed […]

> Those who can’t write, post Google searches. Yes, it’s time again to share with you all the best Google searches I’ve gotten here at Suburban Turmoil. Because they’re just too good to keep to myself. And because I can’t think of anything better to do here today. Help for husband who pees all over […]

>Months ago, I told you about the woman who’s nice when my husband is around, but rude when I run into her alone. Afterward, I always tell Hubs the catty results of our latest encounter. “You won’t believe it!” I’ll say. “I saw Joan at the library and she practically hissed at me when I […]

>HIM: You know, we really should get video of you naked while you’re pregnant. ME: ….Why? HIM: So we can always remember what your body looked like. ME: But I’ll be naked. No one can watch it. HIM: We can watch it. ME: … ME: Hey Hubs, let’s make some popcorn and watch that video […]

>When Baby was born, I swore I’d be the perfect mother. I read every advice book on the market and tried all the techniques designed to make my daughter the healthiest, most well-behaved, well-adjusted child on the block. That lasted for about a month. Little by little, I realized with a mixture of amusement and […]

> A picture, as we’ve discussed, can evoke strong feelings. So come on over to Mamarazzi to see the other photograph that has me wringing my hands in anguish.

>Born with money and social clout, you’ve worked hard to make good grades and maintain a spotless reputation, managed to get into one of the best universities in the country and joined one of the school’s most prestigious sororities. The possibilities for you are unlimited. Then you pose for this picture and all that hard […]

>Well, it seems we’ve entered a new naptime phase. The don’t-leave-the-room-until-I-fall- asleep-or-I’ll-cry-and-scream-“But-I-don’t-WANNA-be-a-good-girl!!” phase. So this post comes to you live from Baby’s room. Dammit. Anyway, I’m just checking in to tell you that today, I’m over at The Blogfathers with a post on my husband, the Extraordinarily Zealous Soccer Parent. You know the kind of […]