Category: Momming

Safety in Numbers 

I am writing this post on the eve of the end of my maternity leave and I have basically been crying on the hour for the last six. My little guy turned three months old today, and tomorrow morning I will leave him with a wonderful babysitter and become an employee – commuter – executive again. I will even re-sync… Read more →

Monday Morning Time Capsule (Yes, I Know It’s Tuesday.)

You guys. In the words of the great sage The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, my life’s been flipped turned upside down. Eventually I’m bound to blog about something other than making the transition from work-at-home-freelancer to work-in-an-office-staffer, but for the moment it’s kind of all consuming. For starters, everything that would have been on the top of my to-do… Read more →

I’m Not The Mom I Thought I Would Be

[Editors Note: Friends and Lurkers, please welcome Brooke. I promised her to you a few days ago and then basically hopped on a helicopter and failed to publish this post like the asshole that I can’t seem to stop being. But this isn’t about me. This is about Brooke — Mother, Writer, Recovering Reality-TV producer, Burgeoning Chicken Farmer and wife… Read more →

Why You’ll Never Hear Me Call Myself A “Pothead Mom”…No Matter How High I Am.

Ever since Kiri Westby published her controversial and totally not anonymous piece “Confessions of a Pothead Mom” last week I’ve gotten many a text/DM/FB message/email from someone asking “Be honest — are you the HuffPo Pothead Mom?” I’m not, of course, Kiri Westby is — but the fact that so many people were wondering if I had written the post… Read more →

Who’s That Lady?

She’s four. My girl is FOUR. I don’t blog nearly as much about our adventures as I used to because at some point over the past four years the baby in my belly became her whole own person, and I became my whole own person once more.  Gone are the days when Dee and I were attached at the hip.… Read more →

Afternoon Delight (So, Uh…What Are You Up To This Weekend?)

Afternoon Delight — which nabbed writer/director Jill Soloway top directing honors at the 2013 Sundance Film Festival — is the kind of movie that you don’t get to just watch and forget about on the ride home. It gets under your skin and into your pores and it makes you think about the big things in a way few stories do. I mean, it’s… Read more →

The Tabloids Will Be The Downfall Of Humanity (Or At Least Womanhood.)

Over the weekend, I was catching up on the breaking news in the Supermarket checkout lane when I spotted it: An old file photo of brand new Mom Kim Kardashian emerging from a swimming pool in a bikini, airbrushed to high heaven, with a headline alleging “I GOT MY BODY BACK!” Sometimes, I feel like as regular women we are… Read more →