The Pregnant Psycho Diaries: 1 (in 4) is the Loneliest Number

Pregnancy loss blows. It blows even more when you have to deal with it alone. So, let’s not do it anymore.

The Pregnant Psycho Diaries:  1 (in 4) is the Loneliest Number

Mom Spotlight: Sadie Cusson

Don’t agree with everything you’ve read or seen here?

That’s cool.  You don’t have to.

What you do have to do is realize that there’s more than one way to skin a cat (how awful is that expression, by the way?), and your way is just one of many.  Different doesn’t mean wrong.

Mom Spotlight: Sadie Cusson

On Mom Guilt and Toddlers Who Hit: How I Got My Kid to Listen Without Yelling (Mostly)

Moms, do you ever sit down after a moment with your child and just want to cry, or is it just me?  Do you ever feel grossly underqualified to be responsible for the lives of little humans?

On Mom Guilt and Toddlers Who Hit: How I Got My Kid to Listen Without Yelling (Mostly)

"That's just who I am," is a Bullshit, Made-Up Narrative.

You know that saying “When someone shows you who they are, believe them?”  Well, I’d like to alter it to read, “When someone shows you who they believe they are, believe them.”  Because we are not etched in stone. 

"That's just who I am," is a Bullshit, Made-Up Narrative.

Paying in Pennies

Pennies are the most annoying way to pay someone, but that doesn’t make them any less valuable.  Whether it takes forever to count your money or not, your shit’s still getting paid for. 

Paying in Pennies

Guilt and Shame are NOT Badges of Honor

Couldn’t you just own the shitty thing you did and try to be less shitty in the future?  Couldn’t you use it as fuel to go around spreading some non-shittiness in the world?  If you fuck up, own it, apologize, and move on. 

Guilt and Shame are NOT Badges of Honor

Gandhi Would've Returned His Shopping Cart

It’s not our job to change other people or make them act the way we want them to; it’s our job to model that which we desire.  If I have a problem with self-centered ass bags, then need to not be self-centered ass bag.  It starts with me shutting the fuck up and checking in with someone else besides myself. 

Gandhi Would've Returned His Shopping Cart

You're Not Special. Happy Valentine's Day!

I’m not special; that’s probably one of the most comforting life realizations I’ve had in a long time.  Nothing snaps shit right into perspective like talking with someone else and hearing, “Yeah.  Been there.”

You're Not Special. Happy Valentine's Day!