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  • The Internet People My Parents Warned Me About

    Some of my best friends are people I’ve never met. I don’t mean that in a “strangers are just friends you haven’t made yet” sort of way. They’re from the internet.

  • Premature Anxiety: Out Too Soon

    We may have been safe, but we were not unscathed. I felt the potential catastrophes around each corner. And in the shadows lurked the great What Ifs. The Could Have Beens packed themselves into each crack of my surface.

  • How Much Longer Do I Have To Put Up With This?

    I stood among the rubble after a particularly bad explosion and screamed in my head, “HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS?”

  • How to Deal with the School Bully

    Bullying. The not so last frontier of childhood. Despite the passing of decades, it is one piece of childhood that refuses to go away.

  • Cold Buster: Vapor Rub Shower Melts

    Our recipe Live on Cooking with Mo Rose today is definitely NOT EDIBLE—but it’s great to help out your family if you’ve got a cold or flu.

  • I Work Out – And I Refuse to Apologize for It

    Nearly every day I make time to work out. It doesn’t always fit into my schedule and sometimes things suffer when I force my workout into my schedule.

  • If My Kid Can Go Nut-Free, So Can Yours

    My son ate peanut butter all day every day during the summer, but now that he’s back to school in a nut-free environment, he has given up his beloved peanut butter for 6.5 hours a day, and the world has continued to spin.

  • I Think I’m Failing Kindergarten

    I think I’m failing Kindergarten. My pre-parenthood M.O. was to avoid the stuff that overwhelmed me. Especially school. Because math.

  • My Five-Year-Old Still Uses a Pacifier

    Yup. You read that right. I let my 5-year-old use a pacifier. Cue the judgment.

  • Ten Reasons I’m A Terrible Wife

    I’m going to spend a few minutes feeling guilty about what a terrible wife I am instead of my questionable mothering skills. You know, for a change of pace.