For 20 years, Boston was my home. I love the Red Sox, think "Dirty Water" is my theme song, shoveled out from a million snow storms, and drove like a "Mass Hole." I belonged there. But then my husband got a job offer he couldn't refuse just outside New York City.

For years, I have been telling him I wanted to live in NYC. Given my profession and the fact that my current job is based out of NYC (I was a remote, "from home" employee), I always wanted to live here. And so we made it work. We packed up our things and put them in storage over a single weekend last August. We put our house on the market and sold it quickly, and my husband moved to New Jersey while we stayed behind in temp housing, letting our young children finish up their school semester.

My husband was offended by last week's column on what those candy sweethearts should REALLY say. Well, maybe not so much "offended" as defeated.

Since I was suggesting we replace "BE MINE?" with "R THOSE UR TOENAILS?" he assumed I wasn't that into it, and suggested we just skip the whole thing.

There is only one reply to this: No FREAKIN' WAY!

So maybe our pillow talk isn't what it used to be and I totally get that V-day is a Hallmark holiday. But even a cliche, revenue-driven holiday is a great excuse to enjoy a meal that doesn't involve a kiddie menu or cutting someone else's meat or having to ask "Who keeps kicking me?" 50 times. I wish Hallmark would make up more occasions to celebrate with a card and a romantic dinner, like:

Pregnancy cravings can be pretty impossible to ignore even if they happen to be a bit on the wacky side, but would you believe that they don't actually stop once the baby is born? Nope, according to new research done by Cussons Mum & Me in the U.K. -- new moms experience cravings too.

A survey was given to 1,000 moms to see what sorts of things they crave most now that they have a new baby in the house. And some of the most popular answers definitely won't surprise you, because if you're anything like every other new mom in the world, you're longing for the same things too.

All parents parent in their own way. We all were raised by different people. We are all different people. And we all have our own thoughts and feelings. So it only stands to reason that we would all parent our children differently.

That's OK. I chose to breastfeed my son until he was almost 3 and my daughter until she was 1. I chose to stay home with them early in their lives and feed them mostly organic foods. But you know what? I don't think that makes me a better mom than anyone else. I did all my research and that is the way I decided to parent. If another mom chooses formula for her baby or to go back to work when her child is 3 months either because she has to or because she wants to, I say more power to her.

She's a mom who has access to ALL the same information I do and she still made her own choice. It was different from mine. That doesn't make it wrong. And this is why I feel perfectly justified mocking "sanctimommies."

When I first got pregnant, I didn't plan to have an only child. But after a miserable pregnancy complete with hyperemisis gravidarum (the sort of morning sickness that hospitalized Kate Middleton), the reasons to stop at one started mounting. Some are serious, some not. All are very personal.

And I have a message for all my fellow one and done parents out there. People can tell you that you're selfish, but until they know your story, they have no room to judge. In fact, I asked some other parents who have decided one child is it for them to 'fess up to the whys and wherefores. Their stories, the real stories of why people have only children, are anything but selfish: 

Moms' night out, in theory, is filled with incredibly thought-provoking conversation without any high-pitched goo-goo gagas. We dress up in maybe only slightly disheveled clothes, do our hair a little special if we have time, and drink a little Prosecco when they have half-price bottles at the local wine bar. Moms' night out in reality is like being in a pressure cooker all day making sure whatever it is that needs to get done is done before the clock hits the time you are supposed to meet the other moms. Will the kids be okay with the sitter? Will your husband be home on time? Will whatever you have planned so this evening works out just right fall into place?

It can be stressful. Which is why I think many moms hate moms' night out.

At one of my recent hair appointments, I walked into the salon, sat down in the chair to have my color done, looked at the woman seated in the chair next to me, and immediately cringed. No, my reaction had nothing to do with whatever the stylist was doing to her hair. It was the fact that she had her baby sitting in her lap that made me want to get up, walk over to the reception desk, and reschedule my appointment for another time. Because babies have no business being in a hair salon -- period.

Hold on, let me explain. Yes, babies are cute and I love babies just as much as anyone, but like every other mom I know, I value my "me" time, because I don't get very much of it, and I need to relax and unwind just as much as any parent. And I consider a trip to the salon highly coveted "me" time, so the last thing I want to see when I enter the salon is a baby, regardless of whose baby it is.

I worked part-time as a college professor when my first child, now 8, was a baby. But then due to my husband's job as a military officer, I decided to quit and stay home with her and our subsequent kids.

And yes, even though it ended up leading to a pretty amazing career as a blogger, writer, and entrepreneur, I was still always with them all the time, cramming in work at naptime and bedtime when I could.

Of course, hindsight is always 20/20, and there are lots of things I'd probably do over, but the big one, which isn't generally the popular opinion, is that I'd work more than I did.