Kristi Pahr

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.

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.

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

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

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

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