A Funny Blog About Terrible Things
When I found out I was pregnant, I panicked and ran out to buy a billion books on parenting and pregnancy. I'm a reader. A nerd who researches everything. Mostly because I realized a long time ago that I mostly lack common sense and need ideas on how to function as a basic adult in…
Continue reading ➞ Jesus Christ, Nancy: Parenting and Trolls
I wrote an Instagram post about my writing process because I've been doing some new and scary things (writing fiction for the first time alongside my second memoir), not because I'm an expert because holy shit I’m not (just look at all of the mistakes in this post, by the end you’ll be like holy…
I had to temporarily step away from blogging for a minute. Mainly because my toddler stopped napping for two weeks and has been secretly flushing toys down our toilet and the toilet exploded and rained crap water from the top floor and through a light fixture to the bottom floor. It was...so shitty (ha ha!).…
Out of nowhere my toddler looks over and was like, "Your hair is gross." And then goes, "Wash your boobs." First of all, tot, you literally tried to lick the dogs butt today so I'd be careful about calling people gross. Glass house, kid, glass house.
When I became a mom, I didn't know what my life would look like but I knew this: I had to find a way to still be creative so that I could stay me and feel full as a person outside of a mom. I think that when we become parents it's easy to find…
Hello, hi, ciao, salam! Holy shit, folks, it's December and in my insane multicultural family we have about a thousand traditions. And this year, now that we have a toddler, I'm trying to nail down which ones we keep and which ones we don't and find a balance between "chill and relaxing with hot cocoa"…
Continue reading ➞ How to Tackle the Holidays in a Mixed-Culture Family
Our "It's A Human" Party invitations three years ago. Look, I get that it's an unpopular opinion, folks. But I think gender reveal parties are the worst. Now, I don't think that people who have them are the worst, because I'm a mom, I get it, and the last thing we need as parents is…
I was sitting in the living room today, listening to Dolly Parton's Christmas album (DOLLY PARTON FOREVER) when my son came running around the corner waving a paper punch in the air. He stopped dead in his tracks about two feet from me, looked into my face with wild eyes and said, "HOLE IN NOSE!", then launched himself at my head like a Facesucker alien trying to get the office tool around my nostril.
It’s one of those gray windy days. The leaves are falling and rustling as they make their way across our front yard and into the neighbor’s driveway. It’s the perfect weather for writing (or reading), cozied up with a sweater, a warm cup of something, and a comfortable chair. Or in my case, a floor-length…
Buckle up, it's about to get gross. Yesterday I noticed that Leo was acting a little more defiant than usual, being a little more fussy than usual, and he had more dirty diapers than usual. But "usual" with a toddler is a stretch so I just shrugged it off to possibly too much fruit or…
