Category - Being Honest

I hit a tree, and I hit it hard. I was on my mountain bike, pedaling my inner Evil Knievel through...

A new chapter starts tomorrow. We’ll be meeting a lovely young woman at Chicago O’Hare...

It seems that at least once every week, without fail, I get threatened on Facebook. Oh, I know. It...

As a child, I watched you fall asleep face down in plates of food. I’d ask permission to go outside...

Momma Dukes, I really hope that heaven has Wifi, because I have a few important things to tell you...

My kids experience little socioeconomic diversity – am I doing them a disservice? I grew up in a...

Food is fantastic.  I love it.  You love it.  We all fucking love it, and we know...

Six years ago, when I innocently signed my kid up for town soccer, I figured it was an eight-week...

I saw you today, on my way out of yoga. You were there, waiting for the studio to clear, so you and...

  We’ve all been there. You step into the shower listening to your kids bickering. By...

Last week I posted this picture on Facebook of my son, my husband and myself celebrating New Years...

When I started reading Kathryn Stockett’s The Help a few weeks ago, I was shaking my head about the...