“Mean Girls”, mean moms

I'm reblogging a piece I wrote about mom shaming in which I compared grownup moms to the Mean Girls from Tina Fey's eponymous 2004 film. When we talk about mom shaming, what we're really talking about is "mommy guilt". Do mean girls grow up to be mean moms? I think so. But not always. Guilt... Continue Reading →

Mommy guilt: what is it?

"Hey hon, can you rub out my chest tar?" I beg my husband. The request is made on a monthly basis. His healing "Punjab (Annie 1983) hands", as I refer to them, magically massage my chest and all my worries away. Maybe Touch is a love language of mine after all. (Side note:  A childhood without a... Continue Reading →

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