Stuff Parents of Only-Children do: Look honey, she’s taking a piss!

Only kids.

You’re special. You’re one of a kind. Truly. There’s no competition. No one else ready to take your toys or your college fund money.

You’re the apple of your parents’ eyes.

You’re the focus of their worlds.

Everything is all about you, you, you, you, you.

Here’s a list of shit parents of Only-Children Do: Continue reading

Sensitive People: Don’t we suck? No. We don’t.

Have had enough of hearing of how I should learn to be less sensitive.

Might anyone know how I could go about doing that?

Maybe I need to watch a bunch of people being murdered….or watch a war right in front of me.

Or freeze my heart. Numb myself with unnecessary psychiatric medications.

Start pushing old people when they walk too slow.

Kick little kids that cry too much.

Tell strangers to go fuck themselves.

I am sensitive damnit!
I have been since I was a kid. I hated grass stains, milk, E.T., boy bands, and terrible blonde-dye jobs.

I have been able to cry at the drop of a hat since I was old enough to read: age 3.

I like the theatre, lingerie, comedy, loud families, tiaras, makeup, sex toys and role playing (not as a kid, thanks), big boxes of expensive chocolate, buying people presents, dance shows, and other THEATRICAL AND GRAND GESTURES OF LOVE AND EMOTION!!!

Bring on the shakespeare! Bring on the intensity! Break out the capital letters! The exclamation points!

I am sensitive. I cannot be taught to be different.

I have been abused, lied to,kicked, assaulted, mugged, and more.

I have been alone, afraid, broke, victimized, disconnected, and still…I cannot make myself some cold and unempathetic person.

I cannot be less sensitive.

So for those of you who may ask me to do so, here is my suggestion:

Go fuck yourself.

And I say this in the most sensitive way possible, of course.


A Woman who loves being who she is: intense sometimes, other times not, but definitely never boring.

Get a Glow This Winter: Sex (& Beauty)

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Wintertime doesn’t need to be a lonely time, if you do it right.

There’s a reason why so many babies are born in September.  What else are you supposed to do when it’s 26 degrees out, or there’s a tundra outdoors? You’re certainly not going to brave the outdoors, unless you’re one of those types, which I am not.

The only winter sport I feel fit to endorse, is sex. Try some of these ideas to keep that lovely glow about you without frying your skin in a tanning salon or taking an expensive vacation. Continue reading

A Mom’s Christmas List: What we really want

I know it’s the thought that counts, but sometimes people’s thoughts suck.

If it says, “As Seen on TV” on the box, I can tell you right now it’s a shitty gift unless the person is 80.

If it’s a sequined sweater or involves rhinestone patches and puffy paint, I don’t care if poor kids in Taiwan made it or my own kid concocted it.

Don’t wrap it!

Here is a list for  what kids should give to their mothers…and a “gift list” for those of you other halves  buying for a mom–or at least, a mom like me Continue reading

Newly Dating? Don’t Break the Bank This Holiday


You’ve met someone new, and man, does he or she get you all riled up. And well, would ya look at that? It’s the holidays. You’ve got to score big with a kick-ass gift so you can keep this broad or dude’s interest?



Don’t. Break. The. Bank.

Read my other tips here.

Do you want to be nice to me this holiday? Would you like to leave me a little virtual present?

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Your Kid Doesn’t Have to Love You: Mother Guilt


Just because you gave birth to a kid, it doesn’t mean that child owes you his or her lifelong pledge to love you.

Sure, your child probably loves you unconditionally, but like all relationships,what you put into your child, will be what he or she will give back to you.

I am a good mother. I mean, I am as good of a mother as I can be. I mess up, and I’m not a DIY-pinterest mom who handmakes her kids organic band-aids and churns her child’s butter with the milk from a grain-fed cow, but I do my best and measure in highly on all the choices I make for her.

That said, lately I wonder if my kid loves me. Continue reading

How to Gift Your Guy This Holiday: Hint, Ditch the Socks


Guys don’t want socks, ties, or sweaters for Christmas. They want gadgets, gear, beer, and sex instead.

If you can’t afford to buy him anything, just stand naked under the tree with a candy cane in your mouth. That should work, unless of course, you happen to be his mother.

If you don’t celebrate Christmas, these gifts are still rad for your guy for any celebration, big or small.

Please read my article here and share.

I promise to be a good girl.

I’ll go write that 1,000 times and hope it works.



How to be sexy when you’re a mom

Some moms  are truly delectable. They’ve got awesome bodies, make for good dates, and might just be in the porn your husband watched last night, but that’s another topic.

Some moms are pretty haggard, but let’s not focus on that. No matter how beautiful, ugly, thin, fat, curvy, or straight-hipped you are, being “sexy” all the time like many of us attained to in her twenties is a baffling goal when you’re chasing down a toddler who is screaming, “I’m exercising,” while doing some sort of drugged Richard Simmons moves in the middle of a Manhattan restaurant. Running in stillettos and screaming, “On the count of 3, I need you to come back here or you’re gonna end up in a time-out,” is not all that sexy.

Wearing stillettos at a lounge while you talk to a Brad Pitt look-alike is.

So here’s my “go-to-guide” for sexing it up when you’re a mom. Continue reading

To The Working Mommy: You’re Doing a Good Job

To The Working Mommy: You’re Doing a Good Job

Hi Working Mom. You probably left for work late today. You probably forget to do something at home, and you’re probably going to have to leave work early today because of your kid.

You never feel like you can fully commit to either: your kid or your job, because you’re torn between two places.

Being a working mom means dividing yourself in half, and hoping you can multitask enough to make sure both of the plants are watered properly, so to speak. Continue reading