Eliana Osborn

Now that I’m a mother, I’m much more sympathetic to a woman who just couldn’t take it anymore. Not saying I’d leave my kids in a parking lot and hope for the best . . . just saying that I can understand the impulse.

I, like far too many women in this country and the world, have had a wide variety of experiences involving sexual harassment.

I always have a small piece of my brain on mom mode, no matter what else is happening. I have no problem with this, since that is how humanity has survived.

What’s That Smell? Sniffing Out Weird House Odors

1. Write a damn letter.

A haircut is a whole lot cheaper than therapy or tattoos or a round-the-world plane ticket.

When I’m staring at the wall trying to keep my cool when my 6-year-old is hysterical about the tiny bump on his finger, I attempt to channel some of the good parts.

I’m not there yet. But I need to be honest—I’m closer to 40 than any other multiple of five.

If you kill a tortoise, even on accident, you probably shouldn’t have children.

Sometimes the nicest kids turn into whole new people when they come over to your house.