Kristi Pahr

It is understood that to effectively and officially attachment parent your child, you need to hit all the markers, check all the boxes, and do it without dissolving into a crying mess on the floor when your baby won’t stop crying and you only slept for two hours and you have to go to the supermarket because you’re out of coffee, but you shouldn’t even be DRINKING coffee and you’re the worst mother in the world.

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.

“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.

Things as simple as a missed call from an unknown number or someone knocking on your door put me into straight up fight or flight. I really do hide from people who come to my door. Real talk, I have gotten on my hands and knees below a window so they wouldn’t see me. I’ve even hidden in the closet. I know. Whacko.

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

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

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.

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

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