Kristi Pahr

My parenting mantra is: "Do your best and hope he doesn't turn into a sociopath." And I guess that's really all we can do, because if we're honest with ourselves, I think none of us really know what we're doing.

“Is she Black or white?” I asked another mom who was describing a little girl in her son’s class that she thought my family might know.

I have a confession to make. Target, meh. I’m just not that into it.

I feel like if I’d started earlier, had my first kid at 28 instead of 34, maybe I’d be a little less tired right now. Maybe I’d be a more fun mom if my knees didn’t sound like small arms fire every time I tried to run with my son. Maybe I’d be a better mom if I was younger. But I don’t think so. My kids? They’re awesome. And I’m the mom they have, so I must be doing something right, old or not.

I know how it feels to not contribute financially to the household. I know how it feels to be completely dependent on someone else for my financial stability. I know how it feels to know that if something dreadful and unthinkable happened, I’d be completely destitute. And it’s terrifying.

I found my first gray hair when I was 12 years old. Twelve. I had gray hair before I had a period.

Essential oils have become incredibly popular and can be found everywhere from your local farmer’s market and community festival to social media.

2016 sucked. If we can’t agree on anything else, I think we can all agree on at least that much.

I’m lazy as hell, you guys. I know it’s true and I’m not particularly ashamed.

I think we can all agree that there is some messed up stuff happening right now.