Parenting is nothing if not an emotional roller coaster. Like, The Hulk of emotional roller coasters.

I found myself asking the question out loud the other day, “How old is too old to wear a graphic tee?” I never actually came up with an answer because the truth is, no matter the answer, I’m kind of in love with them.

There are several occasions in life which force a woman to confront the inevitable and apparent fact that—despite what her inner 19-year-old brain and sometimes fashion sense is telling her—she is undeniably, objectively, and painfully.. a grown up.

In this week’s Holiday Gift Guide, we are talking about best friends.

Fall brings to mind a specific color palette; in my mind, I see rich browns, rusts and gold colors–all the shades you’d see on a drive through the countryside.

I’m not in the practice of patting myself on the back all too often (hello, all other moms out there too!), but may I just say, after this weekend, I think I deserve the gold medal for mothering the shit out of my kids.

Since having kids–and especially since having our third–people have asked, “How do you do it?” And for the longest time, I had no answer.

Friends! Do you hear that far-off tinkling of jingle bells and the sound of children wailing as they sit on Santa’s lap at the mall?

Admission: The term “Mini Me,” when used to describe one’s child, is a bit squirm-inducing to me.

Micellar water pretty much changed the way I do my makeup. It allows me to fix my mistakes so easily, so I’m not scared to try new looks. (Who wants to go back to the starting line when you’re crafting a smoky eye? Not this chick.)