I realize that my impatience about the arrival of spring really speaks to my general wimpyness, given that I live in a state that dips below 60 degrees for a total of maaaybe 15 days a year. But what can I say? I have grown to prefer sweating over goose bumps.

Let me start off this post by saying, I hate that I have to even write this. A parent’s nightmare, hands-down, is the though of something bad happening to your children.

It’s the trend that’s been sweeping all the natural health corners of the web for years now, and guess who’s now on board in a big way with oil pulling?

We start movements. We start baths. We get our minds so set on something that it would take an act of God to vaporize our passion. (You tell us we’re stubborn; we say it’s strong.)

I’m reaching a little here, but for this week’s edition of The Style Project, I’m going to start out by asking a non-ironic question: Remember when Levi’s jeans were cool the first time around?

When I played tee-ball as a child, my position was right field, or, as my family affectionately began to call it after they witnessed my athletic skills–or lack thereof–“The Daisy-Picking Zone.” That should tell you all you need to know about my skills as a sportsman.That’s not the end of the story. I did eventually […]

Right now, as I’m typing this, I’m in the McDonald’s drive-thru line. It is 5:19pm. Tonight marks the second time this week I’m feeding my kids Grade A, Unadulterated Crap.

There is one item that every girl needs to have in her wardrobe–one that you can dress up or down–and it’s this. I can’t think of a situation where this white button-down shirt wouldn’t be appropriate.

Working outside of a traditional office setting can be somewhat of a challenge.

Before having kids, I pictured early motherhood in several scenarios–mostly charmed–but I can promise you that not one vignette in my mind’s eye was that of me, standing in a hot shower, squeezing my own nipple to within an inch of its own life.