Here is to all the mammas drowning in a sea of sadness, playing the part, taking care of everything — and desperately trying to keep it together. All while being weighed down by the heaviness of emotions that keep piling on, simmering silently with resentment and disappointment…what happened to the fucking Cinderella happily ever after...

Spring is sprung, and hot dang, It smells normal! Crowded restaurants, overbooked flights, and no parking spaces, to name a few. Perhaps ‘normal’ is not the correct term, but I am delighted to put a handful of convos on sleep mode —covid and social distancing— to be exact. Move along, children; time to focus on...

I wrapped up twenty-one sidelined by the ‘nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever.’ Reenacting a NyQuil commercial was not part of my master plan; on the contrary, we had plans to ring in the new year in Florida. My boys took the canceled vacay in stride by demonstrating significant constraint (not whining) and...