20 Things You Want to Say “No” to This Holiday Season

Christmas grumpy cat

It’s the most wonderful time of the year and all that shit. I kid, I kid, as I’m a Christmas junkie. I love the music, the smells, and the rationalization that wine is to be drunk every night in December to the point of Santa-level jolliness. But … now you knew a “but” was coming … there are things I wish I could say “no” to. Whether it’s mom guilt, a sense of obligation, or being a straight-up pushover, I {Read More}

For the Kids Whose Moms Were Killed by Gun Violence

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This year has been utter shit for me. Not only have I gone through an ugly divorce, but I also lost nearly all my friends in the process. If I could tell you what happened to me at the end of our marriage that sent many people scrambling, your jaw would hit the ground. But I’ve learned that people don’t react the way you expect them to—not by a long shot. At the same time, I’ve found an inner strength {Read More}

Halloween for Parents in 8 Depressing Steps

halloween penguin skunk

I f*cking love Halloween. I really do. In years past, I’ve honestly had my costume planned before my two boys. I’ve always loved it, ever since college. I’ve been Edward Scissorhands, the Unabomber (admittedly in poor taste), Flo from Progressive, David Bowie, a cowboy junkie (play on words with needles in my arms – what!?), and many, many more. To me, there’s nothing better than that moment when you think of a costume that is going to make someone laugh {Read More}

Empty Nest in Reverse

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I love my family with a passion. I know that sounds creepy but I’m not sure how else to convey it. They drive me nuts and make me happy and cause me anxiety and give me hope and all the things families do. I always wanted a big family but I love my little family (of origin and my current fam) fiercely. My parents have done everything with my brother and I in mind. I’m confident there’s not a decision {Read More}

His Life Without Me

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Yesterday was my 10-year-anniversary. Or would-be-versary, I guess, as we are separated. We aren’t officially divorced yet which I think made it sting a little bit more. We have been dragging our feet, mainly due to the fact that both of us are horrible with paperwork and we are scared of what lies ahead. I opened the day with a joke on my blog’s Facebook page about how at that very minute – 10 years prior – a river of {Read More}

Do You Suffer From PMDBS? It’s Okay, You’re Not Alone

Pretty as a cookie; smart as a cupcake

Do you suffer from high expectations for Mother’s Day, only to be disappointed year in and year out? Do you think you’ll get breakfast in bed, macaroni art, and a trip to Paris? Le sigh. I get it. I, too, suffer from Post Mother’s Day Blues Syndrome (PMDBS). Symptoms include: ridiculous standards but fuck you because I deserve this, phenomenal letdown that can only be equated to the time when your hair stylist most definitely made you look like fat {Read More}

The Corner House

house in Connecticut

I took my first foray into online dating the other day. I seriously nearly shat myself just downloading the app. It just feels so creepy but I felt like it was time. I’m not sure why I gave myself some sort of time ultimatum but apparently I had. “This is just wrong,” I thought. “Judging people on a few words and five photos. How shallow.” Before five minutes passed, I was swiping left and judging with wild abandon. “Is that {Read More}

Why I’m Not Giving Up Complaining For Lent

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Shhh … do you hear that? It’s the sound of sanctimony hitting Facebook in 3, 2, 1…Lent is coming, sinners! I kid, I kid, as I still believe in religion and its rites, rituals, and practices despite my current status as a fallen away Catholic. I’m floundering a bit or, I guess you could say, sans religion. But I’m still a big believer in God and spirituality and treating others as you’d like to be treated, so that ought to count {Read More}

Diary of Christmas Morning With Kids

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4:45 You hear them stir in their beds and begin to giggle. You let one eye open to see what ungodly hour it is and threaten them with morning homework and de-pooping the yard if they don’t go back to bed. 5:15 More giggling. You know it’s Jesus’s birthday but only the anti-Christ would get up this early. “Five more minutes,” you yell, disgusted by the pathetic pleading sound you can hear in your own voice. You debate smothering your {Read More}

I’m Good at Love

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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}