This is why I can’t take my vagina seriously

Honestly, I don’t even know where to start with this one. Except maybe it’s with the standard vaginal disclaimer (not to be confused with vaginal discharge! haha!): I overshare. Lots. Turn back if you’re squeamish. Or male. (Which is essentially the...

Now with less pants

I am a grade-A certified control freak. So far as I know, there is not a diet that addresses this. Though that would be very cool. “Obsessive? Neurotic? Feeling the need to be in control of everything in your environment? Shed those pesky worries and watch the...

Send ice cream

I was once in a particularly campy version of “Anything Goes,” put on by a local community theatre group out in the boonies, where–I swear on my children’s heads–I had to drive past a field full of sheep to get to rehearsal. These sheep...

In honor of those (toys) that died

I try to give my children age-appropriate instruction in the lessons I think they need to learn. So today, on Memorial Day, I figured it was time for them to start learning some hard lessons about sacrifice, liberty, and the responsibility inherent in being a citizen....

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