Happy Fucking Labor Day. Today was supposed to be a boat day- anchored out on the ocean blue, peacefully catching up on the Sunday Times as the boys entertain themselves snorkeling and fishing- while sipping […]

A happy mom is a balanced mom. Just because we bear children doesn’t mean we have to lose ourselves or drive mini vans and wear bad shoes. You come first, kids second. This is how I keep my shit together.
Happy Fucking Labor Day. Today was supposed to be a boat day- anchored out on the ocean blue, peacefully catching up on the Sunday Times as the boys entertain themselves snorkeling and fishing- while sipping […]
Call the sitter. Make sure to plan little escapes regularly, with your baby daddy to reminisce and re-enact the life you guys had before he knocked you up. Pretend you’re dating again. Make out. Here are […]
Stop lying about your age. Be proud of your life experiences- the good and the bad- and stop putting expensive plastic all over your face to hide them.
This is an advice blog. Now that I’m 40 and a mom- my social life has become akin to ordering a custom sofa from Italy. I have a 12-16 week lead time. #designerjoke. I have different sitters I use who I like […]
With Father’s Day coming up, and Leo’s recent “Dadbod” phenomena- its got me thinking not about why “Mombod” hasn’t gained equal reverence- but instead, I wonder about “dad” and what their wants and needs are. Mommy is […]
As mindfulness is something that I regularly reference in some shape or form in my posts related to my kids- without getting too wordy, I wanted to share this with you. Julien is among a […]
Maybe it’s because I’m aging. Maybe it’s because I have permanent #mommybrain. Maybe I have enjoyed one too many good times with Mary and Bud. Whatever the case is- my short term memory totally #lameblows (that’s Victor’s new […]
High season in Miami means low season for me. My body still seems to think I’m in Canada because as soon as November hits- the urge to pass out at 7pm comes over me and […]
I suck at homework. Growing up, after school I wanted nothing more than to sit on the phone with my bestie Katrina S. We were 12 and had super major executive-level important shit to talk about […]
Remember in high school when cowboy boots, Gap jean jackets, baby-doll dresses and bangs where the shitttt? You know you rocked this look hard. You were eager to adopt the wardrobe of your fave 90210 […]