It’s daunting, changing gears well into adult life.
I hate where I am. Why is it so taboo to say I hate my body?
We are all just winging it, and sometimes we get it wrong.
I am not in the market for expensive products. I am interested in your life, not in your latest special.
I don’t know that there are any new songs in my future. But I don’t even want them.
Why did no one tell me life goes on without me at work while I’m home momming? 
In the latest effort to entirely miss the point about gun safety, children who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School now must wear clear backpacks.
My kids have no bedtime. No, they’re not teenagers. They’re nine and seven.