Bitchin Suburbia

One of my earliest childhood memories is of a burly, 6’4″ man sewing a red silk cherry tomato onto my ballet recital costume — a lime green “head […]

This past weekend was the annual spring ritual of mom’s gone wild, desert version. I’m pretty sure our husbands imagined pillow fights and erotic braiding of each other’s […]

If you are reading this, then the world didn’t end. WHEW. So, now what? The Mayans and other ancients saw an end of an era, which can mean […]

Right now in the Hebrew calendar we are smack dab in the midst of what’s called “The Days of Awe.” I love the idea of being in awe […]

It’s October, my bitches, so you know what that means: The Pinkwashing of America is ON! You’ll have your NFL players running around dressed like little ballerinas, your […]

Drake’s got a Motto that he stole from the Strokes who nabbed it from the ancient Roman poet, Horace, who said it first in his language. YOLO. Or […]

Ever feel like you needed a parenting do-over? I took my kids (14 and 15-years-old) to see the Will Ferrell/Kevin Hart movie, Get Hard, and even though it […]

Last week I was with my BBFs as they celebrated and honored the life of their father. The night before I left, my BBF’s mom announced, very nonchalantly, […]

Maybe it’s me, but lately I’ve noticed a lot of guff from pop culture’s most notable hipstersnappers on the subject of girls of a certain age. For example, […]

Spoiler Alert: This blog post is going to have a lot of cuss words in it. If you are someone who is offended by such language, then perhaps […]

Let me first start by saying I always hated that song, and Huey Lewis and the News never did it for me. Not even now, when the use […]

I spend a lot of time writing about the gerbil wheel of duty, honor, and responsibility: it spins endlessly, powered by our own plodding, as we try to […]