I’m fluent in Sarcasm. It’s sort of my specialty. I love a well-crafted, clever, true-ironic sentence. But now it's coming for ME.
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Are there two words that strike as much fear and panic into a work-at-home-parent (WAHP) as “snow day?” Yes, actually.
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It’s Saturday. I have arranged for my daughter to have a friend over. By text, Chloe’s mom and I have agreed that Chloe will come to our house at 1:00 pm.
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Lately, I’ve been slacking on reading. I find the commitment of a novel daunting when added to all of the reading I need to do for work.
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“Operation Heather X.” That’s what it was called. It was nearly thirty years ago when my friends devised a plan, complete with code name, to exclude me.
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I swear, if one more study mom shames me for my picky eaters my head might explode.
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A few weeks ago my husband returned late from picking up our two children from school, their return quiet and hushed.
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I grew up in the late-1990s and early 2000s, when the culture of thin bodies with smooth skin was the beauty standard.
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