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When I was in 6th grade, I had the hugest crush on Craig T. If you’d seen the way he wore his Shaun Cassidy hair feathered perfectly and how he seemed to have every color of the striped OP shirts there was, you’d understand. So, when Craig T. asked for my yearbook, I was over… Continue Reading
My mother has Primary Peritoneal Carcinoma, a cancer that is related to ovarian cancer in the same obscure way that practically everyone is related to some uncle of unknown origin who shows up for holiday dinners. After my mother was diagnosed, we repeatedly heard a similar chunk of wisdom from people with less hair than her: “You… Continue Reading
Hey men who ogle our daughters! This one’s for you.… Continue Reading
From a very young age, the second most frequently asked question out of the mouths of my babes, (losing to the odiously relentless “What’s for dinner?”) has been the more tricky “When can I ____?” When can I use a big kid cup? When can I sleep in a big kid bed? When can I… Continue Reading
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