Eliana Osborn

Look, Connect Four is not a good game. But it can be over quickly, which is pretty great.

After years in apartments that should have been condemned, even these sad restroom facilities were vast improvements. And so we stayed, the husband and I, vaguely embarrassed when guests stayed over and commented on the bordello vibe of the bathroom.

Then we had a kid. No working bathtub suddenly seemed like a big deal. And the functional bathroom spaces weren’t places you’d want to hang out. There’s a lot of bathroom time once you’ve got tiny humans. (You’ve been warned.)

Help.

My sister Liz is full of wisdom, like my favorite quote I’ve shared with practically everyone I know: “Every pair of underwear has two good sides.”

Is anyone else with me on this? White foods are NASTY.

They were horrible.

What’s That Smell? Sniffing Out Weird House Odors

My husband is worried about stigma, about Owen feeling different, about epilepsy being part of his identity. Those are sweet concerns, really. And I get it — I love the kid too. I’d never want to make his life harder in any way.

I look tired when I stay up too late. I also look tired if I get eight hours of sleep.

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