I joke that during any given day, I accomplish my 12-hour “stand goal” solely by moving within a three-foot radius in my kitchen—-with my sink being at the center point–because in that precise spot is where I spend about 75% of my days.

I don’t have enough phalanges to count the number of times people have asked me why I quit my job in TV news.

Some things you can’t understand until you experience them. Yeah… that’s motherhood.

Ties, money clips and sweaters. Let’s all do the men in our lives a favor this year and JUST SAY NO to those (nice enough, but still incredibly commonplace and dare I say boring) gifts.

I have officially stopped complaining on a daily basis about being tired. It’s not that I am any less immune to the effects of the state of perma-exhaustion that motherhood has foisted up on me (damn it, they’re so cute that they’re worth it, though); it’s just that I have come to accept this level […]

It occurred to me recently just how very physical being a mom is. Lifting, moving, rocking, nursing, holding, changing them.

You are reading the words of the world’s biggest fan of stretchy pants. You may think this title belongs to you, but I promise, there is no person in the world as avid a fan of sweatpants as I.

I was sitting down to do a makeup tutorial video the other day in front of my (relatively) new Riki Skinny makeup mirror, and it occurred to me that this is one purchase that I feel like I’m getting great mileage out of.

You all know I love a good skin care product, and I’m only half ashamed of myself to say that I will buy about ten products before settling on one that I deem good…

It hit me as I surveyed the family room one night recently, standing smack in the center of the same three-foot radius where 75% of any given day revolves—the kitchen sink.