As long as my family isn’t subjecting the public to our uncouth ways, I’m totally cool with joking about our farts and burps.
Life is hard. Parenting is hard. But when you’re broke, the lack of money can feel like it amplifies all of life’s typical struggles.
Fighting happens. It’s how we fight and make up that matters most to our marriage and our kids.
“Baby Story”? Nah. How about “Baby LIES.”
Many sufferers of eating disorders go undiagnosed because they are not underweight, but help is available.
My husband and I are the living embodiment of pretty much every marital stereotype out there. And it’s pretty fucking great.