I have two things in common with Oprah: 1) I believe in the importance of the right bra and 2) I am a billionaire media mogul. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I am excited about bras right now. The farther away I get from nursing Simon, the more I’m remembering all the great things that can [...]
The scene: a tiny travel trailer where a family of four lives, works, dresses and undresses within close proximity of each other–aka my home. I was changing clothes one morning and realized I’d accidentally flashed my fairly modest 12-year-old son. “Oops, sorry about that kid,” I said as I turned around to finish getting dressed [...]
Dearest Side Boob, how can I count the ways? How can I count the ways in which you alternately make me laugh, bitterly, at my image in the mirror and weep in wretched despair. What a cruel joke to have the large breasts so many women crave yet have them marred because they do not [...]
Confucius said, “It is a secure man who wears the bra of his wife on his head.” Or maybe it was me who said that. Whatever. Just know that someone really, really wise and smart said that. It was me. I have big boobs. I get it, men. Some of you might think, “HELLZ YEAH, [...]
Recently the toddler, my husband and I were gathered in the toddler’s bed having a pre-sleep chat. As you do. Without warning the newly minted two year old, who had been calmly snuggled against me, shoved his hand down my shirt and began to caress my chest. “I like the booboos,” he explained to me.
Each week, we present you with a photo and you leave us your shards of caption brilliance in the comments. Then we laugh and laugh and struggle to pick the best caption.
The short of it is that I just flashed the lady at the grocery store. That’s right: I just showed the cashier my left breast (the bigger one), and I think she liked it. The long of it is that I’m new in town, folks. I’m a Yankee (as they say), a New Yorker (as [...]
A few weeks ago, I took my girls swimming at the YMCA. Meaning I bundled them up into their heavy, winter coats, wrestled them into their car seats, drove the 15 minutes there, parked in the lot and then leaned my forehead on the steering wheel and imagined what a nap would feel like. Then [...]
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