I am a mother, runner, wife, editor, and writer. My work has appeared in The New York Times, Parents, Parenting, Runner's World, and many other publications over the years. I also make a mean margarita and run races (everything from 5Ks to marathons).
I live outside of New York City with my husband, three kids (7, 5, and 4 months), a corpulent cat, and a chihuahua with emotional issues.
In a horrifying story out of New York City, JillTarlov, a mom of two college-age children and the wife of an executive at CBS, was hit by a speeding bicycle in the car lane. She is now brain-dead. It is the kind of tragic tale that chills the soul.
One minute she was out buying a birthday present for her daughter, and the next, she was in the hospital and unresponsive, all because of a bike accident. It's the kind of thing that happens far too often.
There are so many stories of people hit by cyclists going the wrong way down one-way streets, speeding in car lanes, and running red lights because they can. In this case, the cycle was manned by Jason Marshall, 31, a musician who allegedly yelled at Tarlov to get out of the way before mowing her down on his $4,000 bike.
We still have a few days left of summer, but this pumpkin roll monkey bread is already insanely popular and being shared like crazy among moms. And it's easy to see why: It's the perfect thing to bake for fall. This week, my daughter, son, and I rolled up our sleeves and baked it from scratch. So fun!
This turned out to be a great recipe to make with older kids -- mine are 7 and 6 -- since it largely involves rolling dough, punching it, shaping it into balls, and dipping it in butter and sugar. Super fun. Ultra easy. And OMG YUM.
But don't take my word for it. See for yourself ...
Everyone needs a mental health day once in a while. There is no reason a person shouldn't be allowed to say, "I'm drained." And leave it at that. Of course, that would be SO much less hilarious. So if you are in the market for a believable cop-out, you can't go wrong with one of these 10 excuses for calling out sick.
In the early days of my marriage, I can fully admit I was one super scattered wife. At just 25, I was still in the "look at me" phase of youth when I wanted every man to notice me and think I was attractive.
My husband would often tell me (and to be honest, still tells me), "You care about everyone's opinion but mine."
At one point, that was probably true. After all, he HAS to think I am attractive. He's stuck with me. Somehow the eyes of others felt more discerning, more important.
I told myself back then that my husband had low standards for beauty (he doesn't), which was really a way of insulting myself. If he thinks I am the hottest woman out there, he must be wrong, right?
I know I'm not alone. I've heard countless women discount their spouse's opinion that way, and it's sad. Because now, after growing up a bit and becoming a mom three times over, I've realized the truth: ONLY his opinion matters.
For the past eight years, I have been a work-at-homemom. In the early years, I was freelance, which meant that I did have a great deal of flexibility and could hang out with my kids during the day while working at night. But eventually I became staff, and with that my freedom was gone.
What that means to you, oh dear stay-at-home mom friend whom I love? It means I'm sorry, but I can't meet you at the pool at 1:00 on a Wednesday afternoon. Or the coffee shop. Or your house. Or pretty much anywhere.
Not this week. Not ever. Unless I take the day off. Got that?
But that won't stop her (and countless others) from asking. Hell, even my own husband took a few years to grasp that I really didn't have time to do all the laundry, clean up after the kids, and drop off his dry cleaning. I'm working here, people!