Kristi Pahr

Life looks a lot different at 40 than it did at 25, and I have a whole new list of things to worry about. It's a very long list, and it makes me anxious on the best day, plain terrified on the worst day, and on a run-of-the-mill day, it just keeps reminding me that I'm clueless about what to think and what to do and how to be grown.

My version of self-care is a little less “best life” and a little more “no life”, but it works for me.

As a mother of boys, I find this trend disturbing. Yes, we need to build up our girls. We need to empower them and teach them that they are capable and viable and powerful — that they are smart and that they matter. But we cannot devalue our boys in the process.

I’m not a TV person. I used to be, but not so much anymore.

I have to go shopping tomorrow and I’m dreading it.

When my oldest son was a baby, my husband and I used to talk about what sports he would play.

I’m lazy as hell, you guys. I know it’s true and I’m not particularly ashamed.

2016 sucked. If we can’t agree on anything else, I think we can all agree on at least that much.

I found my first gray hair when I was 12 years old. Twelve. I had gray hair before I had a period.

I know how it feels to not contribute financially to the household. I know how it feels to be completely dependent on someone else for my financial stability. I know how it feels to know that if something dreadful and unthinkable happened, I’d be completely destitute. And it’s terrifying.