“I mean, on one hand, I get the confusion. I’m a little bit fabulous, I was wearing some pretty short swim shorts and I had a light-brown baby(you) in a BabyBjorn. In their defense, they had enough superficial fact-gathering to assume I had a husband.”
To my kids- Yesterday was gross. Very real issues were caught up in a political theatre in which every participating party had their mind made
So if I put shoes on you, and now, we’re here at your school without your shoes, where in the hell could they be?
“I threw them out the window.”
Your tiny voice took a moment to break through my exasperated parental haze.
You… did what?
“I threw my shoes out the window of the car.”
To my kids- It’s been two years since I last wrote you a letter. This website began as an attempt to for my friends and
Dear Malin Reese, A couple of Monday’s ago we were having an uneventful night until you decided to show your vagina to the public. We’ll
To my kids- It’s Father’s Day. I’ve taken a break from scouring every room of the house in search of your shoes to write you