Bitchin Suburbia

The other morning at the crack I was at Starbucks, buying a couple of chocolate croissants, a Frappuccino and some juice for my kids who were coming home […]

Let me start by saying it was never about wearing a bikini ever again. While some go boldly and electively under the knife for, say, bigger, more uplifted […]

Spoiler Alert: I’m not gonna talk about any details that will give away key plot points, but I will give you enough background so if you’ve never watched […]

Up until a few days ago, I had a rule I lived by: You can’t go home again. (Thomas Wolfe, although lots of people have the same thought: […]

There’s an old expression that theoretically takes the sting out of every bad thing that goes down: shit happens. And when it’s something small, like you missed a […]

Sometimes the Universe shoves you against the lockers of life just to remind you that no matter how old you are, you will never leave high school. If […]

There is a ’hood where we women all live. When things are going well, it’s normally an easy destination; a comfortable place to plop down, pour a cup of tea or glass of […]

The other day when I arrived at my Bastard in Suburbia’s office — where I write and work a couple of times a week — I heard the […]

Once upon a time, what a mother did and what a father did was very clear — moms would hold down the household fort, and dads went off into the […]

Reemergency: noun re·emer·gen·cy re-i-ˈmər-jənt-sē 1: an unforeseen combination of circumstances that transpire when trying to reinvent oneself and/or the resulting state that calls for immediate action. 2: an […]

’Tis the season to be… busy. Holiday parties, marathon shopping sessions, tree trimming, latke making, holiday baking, family visits, visiting family, on the run and on the go […]

We all know a power PTA mom — you can spot her a mile away in the carpool lane because she’s always the first in line. You can […]