Kristi Pahr

If a person meets a certain threshold, it’s considered a pathology called Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Here's how you can spot a narcissist.

“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.

When my oldest son was a baby, my husband and I used to talk about what sports he would play.

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

Don’t be an asshole is my barometer. It’s my go-to for figuring out how to respond to any given situation, big or small, personal, local, or global.

When I got pregnant for the third time, I was determined to have an unmedicated VBAC. I had big plans. This VBAC was going to be my birth experience salvation. It was going to be empowering and amazing and heal all my hangups. I was going to be a mama goddess and everything was going to be perfect. I was wrong.

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

My version of self-care is a little less “best life” and a little more “no life”, but it works for me.

Life looks a lot different at 40 than it did at 25, and I have a whole new list of things to worry about. It's a very long list, and it makes me anxious on the best day, plain terrified on the worst day, and on a run-of-the-mill day, it just keeps reminding me that I'm clueless about what to think and what to do and how to be grown.

As a mother of boys, I find this trend disturbing. Yes, we need to build up our girls. We need to empower them and teach them that they are capable and viable and powerful — that they are smart and that they matter. But we cannot devalue our boys in the process.