parenting

There's a popular saying that "Raising teens is like trying to nail jello to a wall" — and this is a perfect metaphor for parenting teenagers.

I have earned the right to swear simply by being an adult. Mommy gets to swear because Mommy isn't nine.

She will talk to strangers in the supermarket, at Target, at Toys ‘R Us, at the park, at the bank, and the post office.

For years my partner told me that I gave my kids too many choices.

The goddamn election has turned me into a cursing motherf*#+er.

I didn't have even an ounce of energy to spare to process my own feelings. Everything I had went to my son.

When the time came, I knew. I felt it in my gut, and in my body, each time my muscles tensed up at her request to nurse.

Yesterday I found out my baby is a boy and I haven't really stopped crying since.