The Big Catch-Up: Six Months, Three Businesses, One Teen, One Great Love, One Move, and Somehow We’re Still Standing

If you’re new here: hi, I’m Deb — born and raised in Massachusetts, which means I talk fast, I drive faster, and I have strong feelings about Dunks. Welcome to the circus. If you’ve been here since the beginning: God bless you. I don’t know why you stayed, but I’m wicked glad you did. It’s… Continue reading The Big Catch-Up: Six Months, Three Businesses, One Teen, One Great Love, One Move, and Somehow We’re Still Standing

POV: The Mean Mom

(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

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.