>As I was getting dressed this morning, I pulled out my lip gloss and unscrewed the top. There, stuck to the wand, I saw… A pubic hair. How did this happen? And why did it happen to me? And. Ew. It’s a stark reality that none of us much like to talk about. Pubic hairs. […]

>Please read this and pass it on to someone you love. It happened to my sister-in-law’s third cousin’s dog’s veterinarian’s wife and it is real. Hopefully, you can spare someone else from having to go through this. A few months ago, a woman named Adelaide Hoffenpepper stopped at a gas station on her way to […]

>So. Play group was canceled today, after I determined that Baby’s cough and runny nose might be a cold and not just the remnants of last week’s ear infection. I called all the moms except one, who hasn’t come in at least six weeks. 15 minutes ago, she showed up at the front door. Did […]

>My mother may not know much about computers, but she can forward an e-mail like nobody’s business. For the last decade, she’s been forwarding every forward that comes her way. The good, the bad and the truly annoying. Pictures of baby animals. Saccharine poems about God. Really bad jokes. And warnings. Oh. God. The warnings […]

>The Mother’s Movement Online has devoted an entire issue to moms who blog. Does that rock or what? With articles by such Internet luminaries as Asha Dornfest (who writes about the mommy blogging “in-crowd”) and Andi Buchanan (ahem. Literary Mama?), you will definitely want to check it out. Oh and hee. They stuck me in […]

> “Look, Baby, it snowed!” “Whoa.” “It’s snow! Can you say ‘snow?” “Nose.” “No, snow.” “Nose.” “SSSSSnowwwww.” “NOOOOOOO!!!! Nose.” ——————————– What is it about three inches of snow on the ground that makes me want to stuff my face full of food all day? I haven’t eaten this much since I was eight months pregnant. […]

>After four long years of waiting, the moment is almost upon us. Next week, the best female figure skaters in the world will compete for the gold medal. And I am about to pee my pants with excitement. I’ve tuned in and out of the other Winter Olympics events. But women’s figure skating… Well, I’ve […]

>There’s nothing that can reduce me to a quivering, heart-racing lump like the sound of my own doorbell. You know what I mean? You’re home alone, expecting no one, when the doorbell rings. If you’re like me, you don’t answer it. It’s not safe for one thing and for another, you’re wearing a Milwaukee Hurling […]

>The rumor is that Mrs. Kennedy’s t-shirts make your boobs look bigger. Ask anyone who owns one. Yet despite the shirt’s mystical powers, for months, I resisted buying one. “Writing well is the best revenge,” the shirts say. While I appreciate the sentiment, I don’t know if I actually agree with that statement. I always […]

> All right. I’ve heard your complaints. Your husband’s out of town. You don’t have a boyfriend. You have a sick baby (Wait. That’s me). For all you women out there hoping for a little action on this Valentine’s Day, help is on the way. I pulled a few strings and found a group of […]