As much as my five-year-old son loves play-dates, I am ready to throw in the towel. No, it is not the fact that my house looks like a tornado tore through it after Dylan leaves- with chunks of play-do ground into the carpet and sharp Lego pieces scattered everywhere, just waiting for me to step [...]

For starters, I find the term “mommy-blogger” off-putting. It’s kind of like the expression “mommy-makeover” or “MILF (which stands for “mommy I’d like to fuck”, in case you were wondering!)  ”Mommy-blogger” feels patronizing, degrading- like a silly, little hobby that one does between changing poopy diapers.
Then there is the actual genre, which has many disturbing [...]

I dreamt about my mom last night. It’s been awhile since she’s visited me in my dreams. Her appearances come in waves- I’ll see her every night for a week or two, then she’ll disappear for a month or more. She always seems to show up when I need her the most.
In my dream we [...]

We’ve all been there. You’re at a restaurant with your little munchkin and she innocently leans on the table- perhaps a bit too zealously. It tilts… and all the plates, glasses, and silverware start sliding down. Just as the image of your entire meal crashing to the floor flashes before your eyes, your semi-decent parenting [...]

Perhaps I need to find a new hobby because I seem to spend most of my days wondering if I am a good-enough mom. When the gift of introspection meets an inherent tendency to beat myself up mercilessly over the smallest thing (real or imagined), my maternal angst blossoms. The fact that I am clinical [...]

Self-aware, insightful, creative, and drug-addicted, Sarah has spent the past 3 decades in the alternate pursuits of getting high and fighting to get clean and sober. Sarah is the mother of Annie, a two-year-old girl, a successful painter and modern artist, and a drug addict.
After spending the past several years actively battling her addiction, she [...]