It was a typical end of the week afternoon in my backyard when I realized what I dislike most about being a mom. My single best friend had stopped by for a visit. She was attempting to entertain my kids while I grilled dinner, me cursing myself for not bringing home a Costco rotisserie chicken…
When the balloons blew away during our family photo shoot last week, it was the first time for our daughter. She pointed and gasped and made it known that the “balls” were “all done.” The look on her face was a mix of awe and distress. It was the first time she’d seen so many…
The term self-care kind of makes me cringe. It makes me think of forgetting to wear deodorant, of unshaven legs, of the harried, chaotic life I’ve been leading lately. In fact, maybe that’s why it gives me the willies, because it’s something I need to work on a whole helluva lot more. And in actuality,…
She looks up at me, her eyes red rimmed and tear filled. I watch as one single tear slides up and over her eyelid and then down her cheek. Once one comes, they’ll keep coming, until her t-shirt is wet and her upper lip shiny with despair, until she folds into my arms sobbing, drenching…
Somehow, in the magical way that Twitter is supposed to work, when it’s not cluttered with ads and plugs and bots, I met author Tegan Wren. She and I connected, as sisters in fiction, motherhood, and endometriosis. Having just completed her first book Inconceivable! which debuts in November, I was lucky enough to receive an advanced…
I’m different. Odd. Strange. Weird. Not like the rest. The brown egg in a carton of white ones. That’s how child abuse makes you feel, but until Sunday night’s season three finale of Ray Donovan I’d never verbalized it that way. I’d never said those words out loud to anyone. Even though for my entire…
Have you ever believed so strongly that you should do something, say something, or be something that it’s literally all you think about? That’s how I felt once I decided that yes I absolutely wanted to become a mother. So when it seemed like I couldn’t, I obsessed. From morning until night, it’s what I…
So it turns out that making lobster at home isn’t as difficult as it may sound. It also turns out that you don’t need lobster crackers to actually eat it either. A household hammer does just fine. I may like my stuff to look and taste fancy, but how it got there or how much…
Steph Mignon 