I’m Good at Love

dec-bday

My dad once asked me why I like to refer to myself as such a “hot mess mom” on here. “Isn’t that kind of embarrassing?” he asked. I guess it is but I’ve always been like this. Always. For better or worse, I am an open book. In graduate school, I have distinct memories of my supervisor (in my counseling psychology program) telling me, “Marnie, it’s okay to share some things about yourself, but you really don’t need to share {Read More}

Food, According to Kids

Gee, Doc, I'm not sure how that noodle got there...

You might have seen the story recently about the school in which teachers dared to throw away the food items they deemed “unhealthy”. “Oh, HELLLLLL NO,” many of us exclaimed while sitting at our computers in our pajama pants (not that there’s anything wrong with that). Do these people even know the daily struggle we go through to pack things that our kids will even eat? Do they!? THE STRUGGLE IS REAL. For those who don’t understand, here is a {Read More}

I Was Grabbed By The P*ssy, Mr. Trump, and I’m Forever Haunted

me

This, by far, will be the hardest piece I’ll ever write. Much harder even than my post on divorce. I am crying as I even begin to type it. I have never wanted to write about it until now for fear of the repercussions. What I’m talking about is assault and sexual harassment. I guess the reason I’ve been so afraid of writing about it until now is that I dared to sue my assailant years ago, and when I {Read More}

Are You There, God? It’s Me, Marnie.

Mama's Boys

Religion of the organized variety has been a sore subject for me for the past few years. I guess to explain why this is so I have to go into my background. I grew up Catholic, and pretty staunchly so. My parents didn’t try to scare me fire and brimstone style, but we rarely, if ever, missed mass. Of course, we went with wet hair and never got a seat because that’s just how my family has always rolled. We’ll {Read More}