9 Ways to Save Your Summer Sanity

Good heavens. Are you seriously surviving your summer?! I decided to take the summer off (I mean, sort of.) I decided to bump down business and bump up motherhood. I came to the realization that my little has one year left before kindergarten and my oldest is close to the ‘I’m too cool for you’ attitude. That is something I’m NOT looking forward to considering half my girlfriends tell me daily what an absolute pure hell it is having tweens and teens in their lives. So I’m “play mom” and…

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I Want You in my Village, But Not Too Much

The other day, my tween daughters came home from the park because an older woman informed them they shouldn’t be there unsupervised. “Did you tell her you could practically see our house from the park?” I asked. “Were you roughhousing by the little kids? I told you to watch out for the little kids!” “Mom, it was only one other family and us. We were on the bars, and no one was even near. The woman said if our mom wasn’t here to supervise then we shouldn’t be there, so…

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Why This Prude Mother Is Sticking Up for Teen Vogue

The Internet is losing its mind over a recent Teen Vogue article about anal sex, with the crusade leader (a fellow parenting blogger) encouraging people to burn any copies of the magazine they can get their hands on, as well as request business owners to pull the publication from its shelves. Her perspective is Teen Vogue is providing children ages 11-17 a handbook on how to be sodomized. (She might not be aware that according to research done by MRI, the median age of Teen Vogue is closer to 24.)…

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Children Are Meant to be Unfinished

“And don’t forget you didn’t finish the laundry,” I yell defiantly. I watch the slim profile of my daughter stomp up the stairs, her dark ponytail swinging side to side. I can hear her breathing through her nose, in and out, in and out, like a bull about to charge. I watch as she turns the corner, out of my view. I brace myself, waiting for the door to slam, yet thankfully I hear a quiet click of metal on the wooden frame. I stand still, one hand clutching the…

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#EpicParentingFail: How Not to Handle Your Daughter’s First Period

My first test as the mother of a “mature” young woman was a complete, total, and epic failure. I thought I’d prepared both of us for when “it” arrived. I made sure she knew what to expect, had supplies, knew what to do with said supplies. But when she repeatedly called me after the first day of school and asked what time I’d be home, I eventually got snippy on the phone and said, “THE SAME TIME I TOLD YOU THE LAST THREE TIMES YOU CALLED!” I was super annoyed…

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