renegade mothering

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So I was hanging out the other day with a friend who has a newborn. A freaking gorgeous newborn boy, to be exact. He is her first baby. She has recently become a mother. You know, when we hear those words we hear them like it’s no big deal “become a mother,” like you...

So, school’s back in. I am officially “over it.” Normally, I feel all this excitement in my gut at the prospect of buying pens and highlighters and flags. (no really, I do.) This semester, I feel like I’m signing up for the gradual demise of my soul. Wow. That was dramatic. Even my advising...

  So I have this friend. She’s kinduva bitch. And I mean that in the entirely derogatory sense of the word. I can do that, because she knows she’s a bitch. Like I know I’m offensive. One must own their shit, ya know. This woman will tell you what’s up and she won’t sugar-coat...

  Yeah, that’s right. I’m talking to you. Are you offended by that? Well then you’ve come to the wrong blog. We like to say it like it is around here. And some of us are fat. Call it whatever gentler name you want (fluffy, overweight, bulky, weight-challenged), but the problem remains: We’re FAT....

  So I’ve been a stay-at-home mom for 40 days. The jury’s still out on how it’s going. It may be leaning more toward “she sucks at this,” although I feel like I’ve had a few winning days. Or hours. Or moments. Let’s keep it real and go with moments. The truth is I...

  Look, I get it. You’re fucking old. You have old people problems. Clearly, you’re a little pissed. Maybe it sucks to be old. I only FEEL old on occasion, like...

One of the most baffling aspects of motherhood is the way it seems to obligate me to get excited about things I’m really just not that excited about. Like I’m supposed to get all into it because I’m a mother or something, but really I just watch other women get excited about it and...

If I were a stay-at-home-mom and I knew some self-righteous working mom who thought I did nothing all day, I’d totally go visit her about 2.5 weeks into winter break; when she opened the door I’d just smile and “How dya like me now, bitch?” Cause seriously. This shit’s crazy. WHEN ARE THEY GOING...

A friend of mine is expecting a baby any day. Thinking about her, about the last couple weeks of pregnancy, the days passing like the melting of arctic sheets (before climate change), each contraction offering hope (“could this be it?”) only to find yourself still pregnant 24 hours later, wondering the same damn thing,...