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I watched almost an entire infomercial this morning on a product called “My Baby Can Read” where all these tiny taters were, it appears, reading words printed on oversized flash cards. I was enthralled. And completely ready to slap down the 200 hundred bucks for the program. And no, I don’t have any children. But…
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The Way We Sleep

I’m coming clean because I’m sick of living in fear that my secret will get out. My three month old son sleeps in my bed. My east coast friends just spit their Venti nonfat caramel macchiatos all over their manicurists. Half of my west coast friends smirked  smugly over the rim of their single origin, triple shot espresso cup,…
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