Darling, the host has a man bun.
Read MoreThere's no question. I'll be his friend until he's gone. And then, after, I'll have time to make a home with the human whom I also love.
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2. Wipe puke out of my cleavage and keep on keeping on.
Read MoreIn this week's installment of Badass Divorcées: How to attend a wedding without losing your shit.
Read MoreI must confess that I haven't ridden with her THAT much, because my car does not come equipped with a passenger side steering wheel or brake. Or Xanax.
Read MoreMaybe that was the last time a boy looked at me as just a kid. Not as a kid with boobs. Not as a girl. Just as a kid.
Read MoreI meant to ask you, was there a plot?
Read MoreOne thing they don't tell you when you are taking your marriage vows or shacking up together or deciding to hang out for a few years while sharing a Netflix password is that the person with whom you decided to undertake this with will one day annoy the hell out of you.
Read MoreAnd we did this for 12 years. Until you gave me that look over sloppy joes and tater tots and it was just one look, that withering, dismissive, eye-rolling look, and it was over. Poof.
Read MoreIn this week's installment of Badass Divorcées: The ladies tackle yard work... maybe.
Read MoreNow, I was in an untenable situation. Either I give my mother the candy that I knew would send her blood sugar sky high, or tell her no.
Read MoreThe gap between my generation and our young adult children is narrower, and sometimes, in that camaraderie, I lose my way when to parent, when to friend, and when to roommate.
Read MoreWhen I asked my husband what he'd be comfortable with me writing about our sex life in this piece he suggested I debunk the idea that men in their 50s are still horny as "total bollocks."
Read MoreWe coordinated coats of pre-teen angst over layers of childhood.
Read MoreFor whom does the bell of sensible style toll? It tolls for me, I suppose.
Read MoreIn this week's installment of Badass Divorcées: The ladies try to cook, and it's not going so well.
Read MoreThis is part of what happens when you have babies in middle age... Your parents and in-laws are aging, or you’ve had enough therapy to realize the full extent of your family's toxicity and run screaming from that dumpster fire.
Read MoreWhen I just had one kid, it was unicorns and butterflies. Now that I have four, it's like completing a marathon with your shoelaces tied together.
Read MoreAnd that's how you pull off a low-stakes, no cops involved, homeless shelter-free teen rebellion.
Read MoreSo I have to quit f-ing cursing...
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