The single mom stigma
I’ve never — not even once — been late on the rent in all my adult life. I have a stable job at a world-class University. I make a decent income. I’m not rich, but I can pay the bills and live comfortably. So why, then, am I seen as a “liability” to landlords? Oh, right. The single mom stigma.
How scheduling saves our super-busy, polyamorous, multi-household family
Sharing lives can get messy, emotional, complicated, and exhilarating (and sometimes all in 20 minutes). It’s extraordinarily nice to, once a week, have a time set aside for the exclusive purpose of figuring out the logistics.
5 things nobody prepares YOU for when your partner recovers from surgery
I thought I knew what to expect when my partner went in for his top surgery. We had done hours of research, compiled lists, packed our bags, asked all the questions we could think of, and I was pretty sure that I was prepared for whatever the healing process would throw at us. But boy did that week throw me some doozies that I never could have anticipated…
On being a heavily-tattooed parent in the “white picket fence” suburbs
Tattooing has been around for thousands of years. It is one of the oldest forms of art, laden with as many different meanings as there are global cultures. And they’re all fun and games when you are young and carefree — society is more likely to accept your tattoos and move on with their lives. But I have found that the rules change when you become parents.
Moving to “us” from “me” and fearing the loss of my autonomy
My amazing future husband and I have been together just over two years and engaged over one. He’s amazing, and kind, and is a perfectly balanced feminist who looks like a Viking biker. I can’t even imagine my life without him in it, let alone how I managed to get here without him. Yet I’ve been really stressed over the fact that he and I become WE, US, THEM, in the eyes of the law, family, and society.
The question that is driving me crazy: “Where is the baby?”
I recently got married and there is one question that is driving me crazy: “Where is the baby?” How do you answer this without getting emotional or rude, and letting them know it is a personal issue?
Living with and loving a picky eater
I really value being able to plan meals and cook at home with and for each other. It saves money, it’s healthier, and I feel like it strengthens our connection. However, it can be frustrating trying to figure out dinner each week with a picky eater. So, here are some tips and tricks I’ve learned on living with and loving a picky eater. (Note, this is primarily for adult picky eaters. I’ve never had to feed a child picky eater… yet!)
The songs and stories about the “other woman” didn’t prepare me for the reality of being one
When I met my husband Harold, I was single and he was in a monogamous relationship. He was unhappy in his relationship, and he asked me to be the “other woman” until he could get out of his relationship and be with me. Against all my instincts, I said yes.