Has your best friend at mommy group been more interested in listening to her iPod than stories about your child’s sleeping habits? Is she unusually sullen about this weekend’s plans? Developed a sudden penchant for cut off demin shorts paired with ankle booties?
Is it the tryptophan in turkey that leads to holiday exhaustion?
It certainly couldn’t be the reason I tend to feel tired until New Year's. Stay awake until midnight on purpose? You’ve got to be kidding.
Maybe it’s estrogen-related because most women I know experience the same seasonal symptoms.
Why is Urban Outfitters allowing faux-hypodermic needles filled with "heroin" to be given away as novelty items to children in their stores?
This month, the "I Heart Hairroin" pop-up hair salon is traveling around Los Angeles, and one stop on the route was inside the Urban Outfitters on the tourist-friendly Third Street Promenade.
I didn’t change out of sweatpants until my youngest child was in kindergarten. So, it amazes me that fellow moms Lisa Brochu and Lauren Walker find time to not only look stylish but also manage and design a successful clothing line- Brochu Walker.
I love kids but sometimes I hate parents. This might come as a shock - as part of ModernMom, I work to perpetuate the idea of mothers supporting one another.
However, when it comes to the ultra-competitive parents among us, I am ready to give up hope.
It’s March and everybody’s wondering what to do with the kids this summer. There are endless opportunities to explore and sleepaway camps are in high demand. In the 1980’s, sleepaway camp wasn’t an option for a lower middle-class family like mine. Latchkey kids spent the summer parked in front of the TV.
I could drive my kids to school every day, but I choose not to. They both take the school bus and I honestly feel like I’m doing them a favor by not providing mom chauffeur service. Because every time that big yellow bus pulls away from the curb, I’m preparing them for the real world. Here’s what it teaches them:
Standing on the sidelines of the soccer field I realize that I am now an official "soccer mom." But I don't think I'm the woman whom political strategists appealed to into the 1996 elections when they first coined the term. I don't drive a mini van. I don't wear mom jeans.
Today marks the anniversary of September 11th. The media will be saturated with stories, images and news as we remember this tragic day.
I still remember my then 2-year-old daughter playing with toys in the next room while I watched the towers collapse on the news. I was frightened for New York, the United States and of course, my child.