Sasha Brown-Worsham

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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.


Sipping on:

margarita, rocks, salt

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    There is a new kind of food fight out there, married couples, and it doesn't involve the throwing of apples or oranges. It's "hanger." And it's real.

    Have you ever been with your husband at 2:00 in the afternoon on the weekend and all of a sudden, apropos of nothing, he's just PISSED?! For us it happens when we have fed the kids, but there is nothing left in the house for us to eat and both of us are too lazy to grab take out. Like clockwork, the Hulk makes an appearance.

    "WHY ARE THE LIGHTS ON AGAIN?!" my husband might scream out of nowhere, his usual polite demeanor becoming a distant memory, veins bulging in his neck, face red. If he were a cartoon, steam would be coming out of his ears. For years, I have wondered what was wrong with this man.

    Now I have an answer: He was "hangry."

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    Ten years ago, before I'd had any kids and back when I was still in my mid 20s, I went to dinner with a friend who was in her 40s. Over far too many drinks and a large plate of nachos, she started telling me the truth about aging: "Some day, you will notice it's been months since a man has hit on you. You will simply become invisible. It's the death of your inner hot girl," she said with a laugh.

    I shook my head. No way. Never. Besides, this woman was gorgeous. She looked at least 10 years younger than she was. But she insisted: "It happened to me at 38."

    Last month, I turned 37, and at some point on my birthday, I also thought of her. We lost touch long ago, but along with remembering her easy smile and sense of humor, I realized something else: She was right. It had been a few months since I'd heard a cat call. Had I heard my last one and not even realized it?

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    Silly question, but have you been on a bad date? Anyone who has ever been single (read: everyone) has at least one dating horror story for the books.

    But after one of those REALLY terrible ones, didn't it always help to know you weren't alone? And after you've coupled up, unconsciously or not, isn't it fun to look back on all the madness and laugh?

    I once ended up on a date where the guy demanded that I kiss him. After all, he reasoned, "I paid for dinner. You owe me." Sure, dude. I couldn't catch the subway fast enough after that one.

    Everyone's got a doozy.

    From the guys who refused to pay (and walked their dates to the ATM and even gave them CHANGE) to the men who picked food from our teeth and ate it (RETCH), we gathered the 7 worst dating tales in order to share the love!

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    If you have ever loved a dog, you know how much they love to wolf down whatever food they can find. And if you love ice cream, well, you know how hard THAT is to resist -- especially on these hot summer days.

    In this hilarious video that's been making the rounds, doggie brother and sister Cooper and Daisy went to the drive-thru window at McDonald's with Mommy for a soft-serve cone -- but only one of these cute pups was willing to share.

    Little Daisy starts licking the cone daintily, as Daisy does, and then, well ... what happens next is nothing short of hilarious. Talk about a surprise ending!

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    When I was younger, I babysat for a couple who had their wedding photos hanging in the living room. The mother and I used to look at them -- her husband's powder blue tuxedo, her big hair and billowing shoulders, their multi-tiered plastic-filled wedding cake -- and laugh. "It was a long time ago," she said with a sigh. Indeed, I thought. It was.

    Yesterday, I had the shocking realization that I am now her. My own wedding 11 years ago is just about that dated. Someone hold me.

    The fact is, 11 years after a wedding, trends are bound to change. Intellectually, it's obvious. But honestly, had you told me then just HOW much would change, I might not have believed you.

    It turns out, I got married in the Dark Ages.

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