Kids

The holidays afford those of us with a car and nearby extended family (or potentially exciting vacation spots) the ability (responsibilit

This is a letter to Santa, from a Jewish girl. Shalom Santa, Do you remember me? I love you, Santa, and I’m just wondering why we can’t be friends.

When was the last time your three-year-old was like, “Oh you’re not feeling well? You should definitely get some rest. I’ll just take care of myself. No sweat.”

These are the things I anticipate most when my kids finally go the eff to sleep. I deserve it after a day of being in what feels like survival mode.

A round-up of some of my all-time favorite cheap Halloween costumes that you can make with stuff you have in your house or pickup at Michaels or Walmart.

One thing you should know about protecting your kids is that you can’t.

I love watching my son and my husband bond, but it’s becoming apparent I’m losing my little boy.

Your meltdowns never made any damn sense. They were the product of your immature squirrel brain. My mama freakouts, on the other hand, make hella sense.