but if there’s no relationship between test scores and homework....

My niece, Fiona, is told by her pediatrician at every appointment to that she is overweight.

I get your point.

This story makes me remember when my grandfather started hitting on the young mothers of our small town in the years after my grandmother passed away. He was in his mid-70s. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, it seems, and so their husbands had to seek him, and then, finally, my mom (his 45 year old daughter) to get…

Even my ex showed up for the birth of our baby and he is the kind of guy who took legal action questioning paternity a couple of years later.

I loved that show.

I so solidly agree. My kids and I traditionally do the road race in Southie the morning of the parade and people are already getting drunk along the route at 10am. It’s so gross.

Same here.

My son goes to a big, ethnically diverse urban high school. Attendance dipped after the election, after the inauguration and the announcment of the travel ban because children and parents were afraid. Some kids were worried about ICE, other kids worried about being targets of bullying or hate crimes.

That part where he calls his accuser a liar? That’s slander, is it not? He needs be be careful. Gloria Allred is going to be all over those kind of remarks.

Wake up and go in the morning. It’s the only way I stick with an exercise plan, get it out of the way first thing.

Short answer: he’s drunk, as usual.

When I was unexpectedly pregnant, I did what every sitcom gal does: I I made the appointment at Planned Parenthood and when I got there, I reconsidered. I had the baby.

I really disagree. I'm sure it's important to Emma but at best I think it's self indulgent and repetitive.

One thing you don’t know about me: I didn’t brush my hair all week, just thre it up in a bun (not even because I was lazy, it seemed to look great) and now it has three significant knots that I’m not sure how I’ll comb out.

I use henna. I used to use dye, but I had terrible flaking of the scalp so about a year ago I started using henna.

In my mother’s eyes I was a failure, a disappointment, a waste of all of her time and effort and most importantly, money.

Agreed. I have a good looking kid and everyone said she should model. So we checked it out. I had an idea it would be some easy money.

My dad would leave us in the car for long periods of time while he did errands. He would take so long, though. He’d stop and chat. He’d get lost in the paint aisle, dreaming of home improvement projects.

I’be got a big body