Nostalgia has a flair for tenderizing rough patches from our memories. Granted, my unlined face and elevated ass are fondly remembered by many, but truth be told, our glory days…
Author Unknown Swimming upstream is not something many would choose to do, unless you were a salmon with damn good reasons for doing crazy things. Yet, many of us do…
It’s fascinating to watch men soften as they age. We’re not talking wood here, we’re talking teddy bear temperament. And here I sit, all crotchety and cantankerous. PMS rage has…
In our early years, the running joke was if one of us left the marriage, you had to take the kids with you. The thought of single-parenting toddlers kept us…
Jobs I would be terrible at Hooker ✶ It would suck. Cab Driver ✶ If I wanted to pick up strangers in the night...see, hooker. Pharmacist ✶ One for you,…
Years ago, I stepped out of my comfort zone by submitting a story to a popular mommy blog. The piece was a heart and soul love letter to our firstborn…
When we were young, safety standards were a fuck of a lot lower than the heightened protocols of today. In lieu of a seat belt, Mom would slingshot her arm…
By Donna Ashworth People will not ask the children of 2020 if they caught up with their studies. They will not ask them what grades they made, despite the year…
Where my hoes at? Mother Nature here, and I’m thirsting for a hot girl summer in the seedy part of your garden. Turn up the beet, ‘cause it’s party thyme!…