I’m Not Sorry My Toddler Acts Like a Toddler, Thank You Very Much

This isn't a real post, more of a passing observation. I've noticed over the past year that I'm doing that thing that many first time parents do: Expecting way too much from my two year old. As the oldest of ninety-thousand kids, I absolutely hated this growing up. At five I was practically expected to…

Normalize Parenting Being Hard: Some Days Feel Like Failure

Today has been really hard. And I hate that when I typed that sentence my first thought was: I should quickly balance that statement with how grateful I am to be a mom and have a healthy and happy child. Because if I don't write that then someone might think I don't love my son…

Figuring it Out Post-Breakdown, Post-Therapy, Postpartum

I was listening to Armchair Expert the other morning while getting ready and at one point had to put down my mascara to replay a section nine-thousand times because I don’t think I’ve ever felt so seen. The episode covered racism, internalized misogyny, fear, politics, self-awareness, drugs, public masturbation, and comedy (it's really good, check…

My First Year of Momhood: Moms are Like Al Pacino in Yoga Pants

This week my son turned one while I’m still over here like “wow, I can’t believe I have a kid.” Because despite carrying him and birthing him and spending 24/7 with him that shit still blows my mind. It’s insane. And me being in charge of another human’s life just proves that the universe is…

What to do When Love Cannot Conquer All

The other day I met my cousin in a cafe to go over some edits we needed to make to a screenplay we wrote together. I asked her about her relationship and life and next thing you know she was basically summarizing (accidentally) all of the hard things I’ve been thinking and feeling lately. I’ve…

I am Very Important Now: Instagram Updates and a Sizzle of Firefighters

I haven't been here for a little while because I published my first book, Naked, and am now a very important and busy person. Just kidding. I'm still the same old ME who mooned her neighbor this morning from my front window only to realize she was coming to my house to say "hi" and…

36 Weeks Pregnant: Please Send This Child an Eviction Notice (and tell me I’m pretty)

Next week I'll be 37 weeks pregnant which means (according to Google and my lady doctor) that I'll be full-term. Please, someone, send this kid an eviction notice. He's taking up all of the space in my insides and I look like a candied apple, just a giant round thing on top of two sticks.…