Deep in playoffs and another win for Ben, because why wouldn’t there be? At this point, his season feels less like a schedule and more like a greatest-hits album on repeat. Win after win after win. No notes. Just vibes. And maybe some sore legs. This weekend, however, was not a one-team affair. It was…
This is for the millennial era who survived low-rise skinny jeans.Not metaphorically. Anatomically. We lived through whale tails, butterfly clips, frosted eyeshadow, cargo pants with seventeen pockets and zero purpose, platform flip flops that hated our ankles, trucker hats, popped collars, and Abercrombie & Fitch stores that felt like a nightclub staffed by intimidatingly hot teenagers…
Last season, two of my boys went undefeated (like, didn’t lose a single game) and ended up winning the Tri-County Championship. Cue the victory laps, proud mum tears, and the delusional belief that I might be raising the next Connor McDavid. Fast forward to this season, and let’s just say… the script has flipped. We’re learning the valuable…
After my separation (which, spoiler alert, turned into a full-blown divorce), I found myself smack in the middle of a life I hadn’t exactly ordered off the menu. There I was: a solo mum, five kids, one broken heart, and zero clue what came next. Cue the survival era. Suddenly I was responsible for everything….
Let’s be real: kids today are drowning in screen time. If you gave them the choice between Fortnite and fresh air, nine times out of ten they’ll pick a controller over a soccer ball. Their brains are basically being deep-fried in pixels. And as a mom who has actually studied child developmental psychology (yes, I nerded out…
Well, that was fast. Summer 2025 showed up, dropped a bunch of memories in my lap, and then peaced out before I even had time to finish my coffee. I swear I just bought sunscreen and pool noodles, and now I’m staring down a fall calendar that looks more like an air traffic control schedule…