Identity Crisis

“Hi, I’m Cheryl.  My husband is a podiatrist.” I had just moved into my house and was trying to remove a stinkbug from the ceiling.  When Cheryl and her brownies knocked on my door, I was naked (the evil critter had fallen, and on the off-chance it...

The Poor House

Remember your first paycheck?  Mine was probably from a Mint Stand I hosted in my driveway circa 1987.  My parents could not afford lemonade, so I stole a bag of Lifesaver mints from the candy drawer and batted my eyelashes at the neighbors until they forked over a...

What a Pain

Every woman loves to tell the story of delivering her child into this world.  Not the joy of seeing that little alien face for the first time, but of the life-sucking, soul-crushing, mother-f*cking PAIN of the delivery.  We wear it like a badge.  When you have an...

The Ex Factor

Exes.  We all have ’em.  I don’t care if you’re blissfully married and in love (please, that’s an oxymoron once you’ve seen someone clip their toenails) with a collage of family stickers on the back of your minivan.  At some point, you...

The Naked War

Men love to be naked.  I can’t confirm how far back this concept dates, but I am willing to wager that Adam lifted up that fig leaf and gave Eve ‘The Helicopter’ ** on the regular.  If you were blessed with a baby boy, you know this starts at birth....

Marry Me

Picture it: A clueless 26 year old bride-slash-baby-mama. Her under eye circles didn’t need filler, and she was naturally radiant without a spray tan.    And now, because sh*t happens and nobody tells you how hard it is to ACTUALLY love someone ’til death...