School mornings are the worst mornings — My alarm goes off at 5:30. 5:40. And 5:50. I roll out of bed at 5:55. I shower. Ponder on when I last washed my hair or shaved my legs. Decide to forego both. Shower off, bath on. Pour in some bubbles. Fling open the teen’s bedroom door and shout…

I feel robbed of the memories I should be making with my daughters — My oldest child packed up her room three Sundays ago. As we hauled boxes of clothes and shoes and carefully rolled-up classic rock posters to her car, my heart sunk. I couldn’t believe my girl was leaving for college, and by this time the following week, she’d be calling a…

You’ve held it together long enough. Girl, let it go. — A letter to myself. Hey, you. So, I hear you’ve been feeling a bit down lately. Stressed, underappreciated. I get it. Don’t feel too bad about yourself, we’ve all been there. Heed my advice: Don’t beat yourself up too much. You are much more than you give yourself credit for. Career-wise, you bust your…

Blurting out the first thought that enters your head might not be the best approach. But it is what it is. — As any parent will tell you, kids ask a bunch of questions. Why is the sky blue? Why is pee yellow? Why does my nose have boogers? Between Google and Alexa, I usually get the info I need, and then we go about our day. But as any parent will…

She makes me uneasy, and our relationship is strained as a result — You know how certain people just make you feel uncomfortable? Not in a freaked-out, I-think-this-person-might-be-a-mass-murderer kind of way, but in the sense that you’re not sure how to relax and just be in their presence? Maybe it’s that coworker who stares at you silently and expressionless just a bit too…

Welcome to the Marital Comfort Zone — My husband and I started dating in 2012. With him being 11 years younger, I was apprehensive about A LOT of things during those first few months of courtship. Will he think I’m as cool as his younger ex-girlfriends? I mean, one of them sang lead vocals in a band…

Spoiler alert: Cursing and telling them they’re doomed for failure is a damn good start — I’m far from being the perfect mom. Truth be told, I’ve been sucking tremendously at my role lately. …

And where in the fridge to store my leafy greens. Thanks to Google, I may finally be an adult. — I’ve never possessed any culinary skill. I’m fairly proficient in making spaghetti and frozen pizzas, and I do bake one mean spinach lasagna. But that’s basically where my cooking talents end. Needless to say, my contribution at holiday meals is a store-bought pie. Okay, I’m kidding. I usually arrive late…

When ONE person does laundry for FIVE people, the neglect is real. — Hey, Rachel...where have you been? Hey, striped towel. What’s up? Not much. The gang and I have just been chillin’ in a hamper for two weeks. Did you forget about us? Ooh, yikes. Honestly, yeah, I did. I’m sorry, but ever since moving into a house where the laundry room…