This post is about whether or not to bring kids to funerals.

There are occasional moments of glory in parenting. Moments when I can actually measure ways I’ve learned as a parent because I have listened and learned from my kids. Like last night when Ella, who was fine all day long, suddenly announced that she felt like she may need me to get the vomit bowl. [...]

This is the “contraption” my kids bought me for Christmas: This is the last time I’ll let my husband wait until Christmas Eve to take them shopping at the mall. 

Dear Santa, How are you? It’s been a number of years since I last wrote. I’m writing because even though I’m a mom now, I still want things. Assholic things, like a white Range Rover and a year’s membership to Massage Envy. But I’m not putting these things on my list this year because all [...]

I’d like someone to do a study that compares the minds of six-year-olds today with the minds of six-year-olds back in the Dark Ages, when I was six. When I was six we survived on a steady diet of Lucky Charms and Scooby Doo, and all intellectual and philosophical discussions revolved around Barbie and her little [...]

Note: I’m not obsessed or anything – no, really – but since writing this my Klout score has dropped two-tenths of a percentage point. Hmph. If you’re into social media, you’ve probably heard about Klout. Apparently, it’s the new Standard for Influence. (It’s also the latest thing for people to obsess over - Kloutacitis: a new diagnosis! [...]