(Apparently) aka the woman who ruins teenage lives by saying “no” Let me set the scene: I’m standing in my kitchen, sipping lukewarm coffee that’s been microwaved twice and still somehow tastes like regret. My 14-year-old daughter is in the other room, moping. Why? Because I committed a crime against humanity—I said “no.” No, you… Continue reading POV: The Mean Mom
Author: Deborah
Streetlights, Tang & the Sound of Freedom
We survived on freeze pops, SPF 4, and pure adrenaline. Let the good times roll. There was something magical about a ’90s summer—the kind of magic that came without a price tag, a registration form, or a Pinterest board. Just freedom, dirt, and vibes. If you grew up in the ’80s or ’90s, you already… Continue reading Streetlights, Tang & the Sound of Freedom
Solarcaine, Sidewalk Bites & the Vinegar Bath
Because in the ‘80s & ’90s, your summer first aid kit was a wet rag, a glob of paste, and a mom with no time for whining. There’s something so viscerally nostalgic about a childhood summer in the ’80s or ’90s—the smell of hot pavement, banana boat SPF 4, and whatever mystery meat was on… Continue reading Solarcaine, Sidewalk Bites & the Vinegar Bath
Domestic Godess…sorta
The Only Button I Trust: A Microwave Manifesto —from the Domestic Goddess Who Definitely Just Burned Her Soup Listen. I don’t know who designed the modern microwave control panel, but I can only assume it was a bored NASA engineer on his day off. There are buttons labeled defrost by weight, power level, sensor reheat,… Continue reading Domestic Godess…sorta
I Can’t Go Out, I Already Took My Bra Off.
IYKYK… The bra coming off is not just a physical act. It’s a declaration. It’s the moment the day is officially over. The second that band unhooks, and the underwire drops to the floor like an exhausted soldier, so does my will to be a contributing member of society. You want me to go out… Continue reading I Can’t Go Out, I Already Took My Bra Off.
From Sectionals to Soulmates
Loving Him Through Stage 4 We met under fluorescent lights, now we live under a different kind of pressure—but love doesn’t crack. It wasn’t exactly a Nicholas Sparks moment—Ashley Furniture doesn’t lend itself to sweeping cinematic romance. Too much microfiber and mattress sales quota stress. But three years ago, I met this quiet man with… Continue reading From Sectionals to Soulmates
“No, I’m Not Poor. I Just Have Bills, Baby
“Teens, Money, and the Great Delusion” When I first put together the list of the 15 parts of the Teen Series “Generation Why Tho?” Manifestation was a topic. How our teens are out here whispering wishes to the moon and journaling like the Universe is Amazon Prime. But then I got to thinking? Manifestation with… Continue reading “No, I’m Not Poor. I Just Have Bills, Baby
Cereal Killers:
My Life in Seinfeld, Sugar, and Serial Murders Look, I’m not saying I’m a complicated person, even though I probably totally am, but if you looked at my Netflix history, bottom shelf of my pantry, and conversational references, you might assume I’m either a quirky sitcom side character or someone in desperate need of therapy.… Continue reading Cereal Killers:
‘fit planning
Outfit Planning: The Daily Teen Girl Summit (AKA How I Lost My Sanity to Vibe Wars”) Raising a teen daughter in 2025 means I live in a world where outfits aren’t just clothes—they’re full-on strategic operations that require hours of preparation, negotiation, and multiple video calls. And no, I’m not exaggerating. Remember when picking an… Continue reading ‘fit planning
Small Fry
My little shout-out to the Seahawk Hype Girl There are days when you blink and see your baby again. And then there are days-like today- when you blink and you see a whole woman rising. 1 full day, and 2, 1/2 days left of Middle School. Natalie just turned 14, May 17th to be exact,… Continue reading Small Fry