Being a Mother is like being on lifeguard duty 24/7. Seriously, especially when they are young—big enough to crawl or run around, but not wise enough to know the difference between safety and danger. As Moms, we generally worry about our kids no matter how old or wise they get. With more information than ever at
Drive through most neighborhoods in southern California throughout the week and you're bound to see the telltale circus tent-colored tarp that marks an ongoing termite treatment. Tenting is the most visible form of pest control, which makes you wonder why you only really see it being done in residential zones in a town. Are termites
I recently confided to my therapist about the challenges of making new friends as a working mom. Why is it that even with, I don’t know, millions of people in my corner of the world, it is so rare to meet those who share similar priorities and passions? My therapist validated my frustrations. She didn’t have
If I may be really honest—I love my children, but sometimes, I am certain that being a mother is one of the most thankless jobs in the world. It is certainly rewarding, but it can still feel utterly thankless. One of the most taboo subjects is the challenging side of motherhood. While it is indeed beautiful
In my favorite HBO show about 4 single women in their thirties finding love and happiness, we see an honest portrayal of imperfectly modern relationships. The narrator and lead protagonist, Carrie Bradshaw, meets many different types of men through her own dating adventures and other personal anecdotes from her 3 best friends: Charlotte York, Miranda Hobbes,
Here I am, sitting at my computer desk, trying to write, while my children are screaming at each other for “stealing” clothes from each other’s closets. I don’t regret having children, but sometimes I wish I had given birth to them with more years in between and apart. The twin gene doesn’t run in my family,
I try not to judge anyone’s parenting, but when it comes to celebrities, I often find myself torn. I will admit that I can’t help but judge—just a tiny bit. (My meditation teacher would be so proud of my self-awareness and keen self-observation.) But please, do not judge me for judging. Here’s why. I learn about these people’s