I have pretty good insurance through kaiser, and they covered it. I just had a co-pay for outpatient surgery and that's it. $150! The key is to tell the surgeon that you want the surgery because you have pain. That's the magic word that gets it covered :) I am happy to talk about the reduction any time, so ask away!…

After my first was born I tried old navy, and they were okay. But the magic jeans for me are Lauren Conrad at kohls. They're totally stylish, but the rise is just high enough to hold in a mom belly. They fit at my bellybutton and they're super comfortable.

I feel sad for Lilo now. I remember when I was doing my second round of rehab and I had to face the fact that a lot of my "friends" were going to be too toxic to keep. It's shitty when you are so fucked up and need support, and that's the time you have to cut people you love loose, because they don't keep you sane or…

Ugh. I just had a breast reduction (E to B! yay!) and once I'm recovered I plan to start exercising more and trying to eat better. I'm not looking to drop a ton of weight, but I've always wanted to be more active and my boobs were in the way. I see it as an opportunity to get in really good shape and break some bad…

Although I find all of those completely horrifying, it's the scorpion that scared my vagina almost to death. You know something isn't your style when you involuntarily clench.

My two year old saw this and yelled happily, " mama, flying puppies!"

I'll back that up with my anecdotal evidence!

Thanks! Yes! I was stunned. I think I mumbled something about how she never would have given my husband a chance, happy birthday, I'm leaving now. I heard through a mutual friend that she's still single, working at Pac Sun, and still wallowing in self-pity about being single. It's weird and sad.

So my SSRI and enormous coffee cup filled to the brim at the same time really is the rainbow-wrapped joy of life I thought it was. I toast you all with a large triple latte.

My last OB wouldn't give me the vaccine. She asked me all the typical questions about my past sexual experiences, etc. and her face got all pinchy and mean and she said it would be wasted on me, I probably already had it, and if I hadn't slept around so much already she would have given me the shot. Is that a thing?…

Three cheers for man- bears! I would never go back.

I'm getting a bit misty. I don't have parents. I think I'm going to borrow this letter for myself and then save it for my daughter.

I knew a girl like that! We worked together and she had this weird competition with me about getting married. She was sure she would get married first, and it mattered to her. She was gorgeous, came from a rich family, but was insanely picky. she actually expected guys she wanted to date to meet her daddy first and…

I thought my type was a really skinny guy with dark hair and green eyes. I was ridiculously unwavering on this. My husband looks like a lumberjack- tall, thick, bearded... And bald. When I met him I was actively getting back into dating after becoming a single parent, and I had relaxed my standards for this…

I watched this episode tonight in Hulu. I'm in bed recovering from breast reduction surgery and still kind of loopy, so I didn't think to shoo my 6 year old out of the room for this story. I'm lucky she's such a calm kid- hanging upside down on the couch asking " so mom, what's with all the pretend penises?" Whoops.

You have me cackling with delight. High five!

sledgehammer! That was my jam. Also, dire straits " money for nothing"

:) These three women are amazing, and I wish them all the joy and safety and love they can handle. I've got the happy tears.

A few weeks back our yoga class ( comprised of mostly women, but with some enviably limber old men as well) had a weird influx of football bros from the high school. The dudes were laughing and acting like it was just hilarious for them to be in a dainty yoga class.

I've been having regular stress dreams and they're all the same premise: SF is under water and I must escape in mere minutes. Over and over for weeks. I hate it.