It’s been awhile since I’ve posted here, as I’ve been working on my book and other projects, but I’m planning to post more articles in the next few weeks- as my followers are asking for more Angst Mom.
Please take a moment to read Part 1 of this very important interview I did with Erin Runnion [...]

I admit it…I am a huge fan of The Real Housewives of New York. While I love the entire Real Housewives series, New York is my favorite because I lived in Manhattan and it holds a special place in my heart.  I find the women of the show to be an intoxicating combination of vapid [...]

Last week at my regular yoga class I was surprised when the instructor announced that she would be playing music. In all the years that I have been attending her class, she has never used music. She explained that some of her students had made the request, so while she didn’t love the idea, she [...]

For Mother’s Day, my five-year-old son presented me with a beautiful, hand painted butterfly magnet that he made for me in preschool. Along with the gift was a card with a photo-copied poem inside that read:
Real mothers don’t eat quiche; they don’t have time to make it.
Real mothers know that dried play dough doesn’t [...]

Last Friday, 13-year-old Julia Siegler was killed in a tragic accident when she was hit by two cars on Sunset Blvd in Los Angeles, as she crossed the street to catch her school bus. Her mother was there and witnessed the horrific event, as well as her classmates, who were in the bus and saw [...]

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 [...]