Often when I overhear moms I know talking to their childless friends, they’re always all, “There’s no way to know what how crazy it is until you have kids yourself.”

Once upon a time there was a pregnant lady whose face erupted in a red and puffy rash so itchy and vile that she had to rush to urgent care for immediate attention, only to be told by the doctor that they couldn’t do anything about it because she was pregnant.

I’m grateful they heard us out! And as I said in my response to them, I do recognize fashion has to strike a balance sometimes between aspirational and attainable. But I do stand by my thigh gap comment. ?

Hey there! So, I hate to do this to you in public and all, but since I consider us friends (truthfully, I’m actually kind of obsessed with you), I have to shoot you straight. I found a little glitch on your website today. Actually, a big one. And it’s better this come from me than some stranger.

There’s nothing more restorative than a good night’s rest, but getting our bodies and minds to relax to the point of good sleep is often difficult.

When you grow up in a “girl house” like I did, you naturally get used to doing girly things. Shopping. Dancing lessons. Cheerleading. Baton twirling. (DON’T JUDGE. I can pull a mean toss-up-turn-around to this day.)

You know that feeling you get when you’ve done your seventeenth load of laundry in one day, the kids are smearing pudding all over your glass kitchen table and you haven’t showered in three days? One might call it… borderline insanity?

Shopping for Valentine’s Day is always a little tricky. You want to avoid buying the clichéd gift, but you also don’t want to end up spending tons of money to do so.

Hello, class! Today, we are talking about vaginas.

During a naptime Facebook scroll, I came across this article in The Inquisitr, and I nearly threw the glass baby bottle I was holding against the wall.