Just Call a Cab (Mom)

Imagine one day you wake up to discover you are an Uber driver. It’s not what you want to do, and definitely not your career path. It takes away from your other responsibilities. And you don’t get paid. But you have to do it anyway. There’s no way around it. You put 200 miles on…

An Open Letter To Single Mothers, Everywhere

Suck it up. Yep, I said it. Suck it up. I mean this with the utmost understanding of the struggles you are experiencing. Suck. It. Up. That’s what I read over and over and over again in the comments section of an article this morning on Scary Mommy, although it was the single mothers, everywhere,…

Dinner For One

Valentine’s Day is this week. ARE YOU READY? Someone said this to me today when I was picking up my kids from tennis. I smiled and nodded, and said “what about you?!” In reality, I should have said “Dafuq? Ready for WHAT?” Valentine’s Day, traditionally, is a huge disappointment for me. Most years, my husband…

The 6 Stages of Watching Movies With My Husband

My husband works in film. Well, sort of. He works for a multimedia marketing firm that makes trailers, sizzles, and other promotional materials for upcoming movies (including those dumb, digital billboards you see at the mall). He’s in the Disney division, so basically Disney movies have been forever ruined for us – not that he’s…

Toxic People That Are Family Are Still Toxic

There. Someone had to say it. I’ve written about family issues – generally speaking – on this blog before, and I am sure I’ll write about them again. But when I go through the history of my posts on this issue (the family issue), I can see a change in me as I’ve aged. As…

An Open Letter To My Husband, Regarding Our Home

Just the other day, I went to my husband’s work. I don’t often go, but when I do I always like to move things around. He works in film, so they have a lot of equipment – I especially like to fuck with that stuff. I make sure to spill things all over the machines…

7 Ways I Know I’m Married To A Californian

My husband was born and raised in California. I know, puke. He went to college in California. He works in California’s biggest industry. Except for a couple of family vacations and bro-rific Vegas trips (double puke), he’s hardly been anywhere else. On a daily basis, I am reminded just how much of a Californian he…