Kristi Pahr

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.

“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.

Soundgarden was part of something bigger, something that changed everything.

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

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.

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.

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

I’m not a TV person. I used to be, but not so much anymore.

I have to go shopping tomorrow and I’m dreading it.

I’m frazzled, y’all; I’m a mess. I’m a basketcase of anxiety and stress and I need to chill.