Topic “Me, Myself... as Mommy.”

Spoiler alert: If your child has an affinity for Santa, read this in the bathroom, with the door shut and their tiny fingers waggling under the door begging to know what you’re doing at this very moment.

I’m about to disparage Kris Kringle’s good name.

I am so sick of him getting all the credit for my time, money and good ideas....

When did it become OK to pretend the Chick-fil-A and McDonald’s play areas are a free babysitting area?

Seriously, it’s like “Lord of the Flies” up in those feet-smelling plastic tubes because Mom’s chatting away with her play group or stoned over her smartphone.

Back story: I made the decision, after poor planning on my part, to...

Bruce Lee, I am not. I mostly played an emotional game over a physical game when it came to bullying.

I remember the day I came face-to-face with a girl (now a woman) I bullied in elementary school nearly 20 years earlier. Thinking I was such a hoot, performing for my friends, I made this girl bear the brunt of my “wit.” I wasn’t a mean...

Thank goodness for bodily injury.

I say this because it seems to be the only time I get a vacation. To me, a hospital visit equates to a spa, and let’s be honest, the only difference is a higher bill. My last break came about six months ago when I birthed Bodie. It was beautiful — breakfast, lunch, dinner in bed, nurses babying me around...

Brian has a thing for spandex. It’s what brought us together 13 years ago.

We’d gone to school together for more than a year, but neither us of knew of one another’s existence, thanks to the crowded halls of Northridge High School. It all changed Halloween night when he asked me to dance. We both wore spandex suits; I paired mine with a...

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