Kristi Pahr

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

My parenting mantra is: "Do your best and hope he doesn't turn into a sociopath." And I guess that's really all we can do, because if we're honest with ourselves, I think none of us really know what we're doing.

I feel like if I’d started earlier, had my first kid at 28 instead of 34, maybe I’d be a little less tired right now. Maybe I’d be a more fun mom if my knees didn’t sound like small arms fire every time I tried to run with my son. Maybe I’d be a better mom if I was younger. But I don’t think so. My kids? They’re awesome. And I’m the mom they have, so I must be doing something right, old or not.

I have a confession to make. Target, meh. I’m just not that into it.

I’ve been pregnant three times, and I have two beautiful, amazing, awe-inspiri

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

“Is she Black or white?” I asked another mom who was describing a little girl in her son’s class that she thought my family might know.