I went back to work six weeks after giving birth to my daughter, Isla. I was still bleeding. My breasts were still leaking. My hemorrhoids hadn’t healed. My hormones … well, let’s just say they weren’t back to normal. And, of course, Isla wasn’t sleeping and neither was I. But…

It incites me when a woman identifies as a “dog mom” or refers to her pup as her “ four-legged kid” or even worse, “fur baby.” These are a different breed of women, you know? As a mom to two, small humans, the definition of mother holds more weight. …

We woke up in bed together, an empty bottle of Tito’s between us. We were at the FOUND:RE hotel in Phoneix where we were staying and celebrating my bachelorette party, just over a year ago. …

We’re where we are now because he thought I was hot and I thought he was powerful. We did the things you do when you’re newly dating and trying your damnedest to impress someone. He took me to fancy galas, four-star restaurants, out-of-town resorts, new cities, Coachella and his bedroom…

A friend texted me Monday night, around 7, inviting me to a nearby house party. …

The ant farm was something for us to watch — aside from Netflix — and was under the guise of a gift for our five-year-old son, Archer. My husband, Greg, and I should have known better. We haven’t had great luck in the pet department. There was that time we…

My son is nearly five, and entirely sensitive. I’m not judging — I know who he got it from. So in hindsight, introducing him to Elf on the Shelf may not have been the best parenting move. In my defense, it was my husband’s idea. We read Archer “Elf on…

“I love you and we are going to have a good day today,” my husband, Greg, told me, grabbing me from behind, pulling me away from the kitchen sink and squeezing my shoulders in his palms. “OK,” I said, hugging him. Two hours later we were screaming at each other…

Like most everyone, I am heartbroken over the senseless death of George Floyd and I am disgusted by Derek Chauvin’s existence, and appalled by the three other officers who stood by, doing nothing to help. The cruelty of those nine minutes is beyond comprehension. I’m hesitant to write this piece…