When my daughter was a few months old, we went to Mr Tooty’s company picnic at Hershey Park in PA. It was hotter than hell, and I needed to nurse her, so I sat down, in the full sun in a gazebo filled with senior citizens wilting in the heat-there was nowhere else and certainly nowhere air conditioned, and I was not…

Etched in the crystal section of my memory is a moment forty three fucking years ago* when I was visiting my mother in Palo Alto CA. The purpose of the visit was for her to get to know her first grandchild at age 5 months. We were out at lunch, and Baby wanted to eat as well. I excused myself and rushed to the Ladies…

Ohhhhh I could have written this. I, too, am pretty much a never-nude in regular life. I mastered changing without exposing a thing during swim practice in middle school and I’ve never forgotten it. I don’t even like to sleep nude. No shaming or anything to those who do, it’s just not comfortable for me.

My friend was a young mother in the 80's. We were sitting at the mall (I know) with her new baby and she was trying to breast feed in a corner of the food court behind a pillar. And mind you she was covering herself with a blanket and trying to as discreet as possible. This little old Italian man walks by and tells…

Both my babies liked to pop off quite often, which exposed my boob, but also often sprayed milk in their faces. Then, they didn’t really want to get back on the boob for a moment as they processed the horror they were experiencing.

I failed at breastfeeding. I can't imagine not even possessing breasts and offering up suggestions to complete strangers. 

My “favorite” are the guys who complain about women breastfeeding in church. My man, if a woman feeding her child drives you to such distraction then you should do as the good lord says and gouge your own fucking eyes out (Matthew 5:29-30, for those interested). Too extreme? Then just mind your own damn business.

Was it coincidence that everyone I know started abusing Adderall after they decaffeinated Sparks? No! It wasn't!

Man, Mandy really works that jaw, doesn’t she?  I didn’t know you needed to chew several times in order to get a syllable to sustain.

This is one of the most aggressively 90s trio of music videos I’ve ever seen.

Hmm so interesting (and wistful) to wonder what the world would have been like without late-90s / early 00s pop-trash. Most esp. Britney & Christina def seemed to reflect the advent of the internet porn era / proliferation of its hyper-mysogonistic zietgiest- one which saw many of the darker vibes of misogyny go…

Max Martin pretty much writes all music these days. He’s like the Amazon of popular hits.

Hm. 🤔 I never considered Hit Me Baby One More Time as having domestic violence overtones. Could be because I was 17 when the song came out. Maybe Max Martin was thinking of phrase “hit me up.” Anyways, Crazy is the best early Britney song.

I am so sick of sexist men, I can barely stand it. I am 40 and I told my husband today I am completely fucking done with sexist men and if they start something with me, I will hand them a new asshole. I have worked in mostly male dominated industries and people have been surprisingly pretty good for the most part, but…

My mom and I made a "dog poo" cake for my brother once.  She frosted it in chocolate and piped some whipped ganache into a pile on top...it was a hit.

Now I’m imagining a cake with dog poo as icing. It ain’t pretty.

I just want to thank those ladies at GLOW for fixing my limping heart. The mama with baby getting divorced and powering through it by Selling It All! was a salve I needed. Thanks those ladies, I think Jengi Koran did some too?

for anyone who’s interested here is an audio link to the horror story published at nightlight a couple of weeks ago. it is the first time any of my stories have been published on a podcast and was a kick to hear it acted out.

My mom had depression and social anxiety throughout my childhood, so I really appreciate what you’re doing by putting yourself out of your comfort zone to have birthday parties and playdates to the extent that you can. I was in a session with my therapist a few weeks ago and she asked me to think of a standout…

PIMMS night and tennis.