Don’t be sad today — my soul will never leave you, it’s inside your heart, your bodies, your very being — Happy Mother’s Day, my loves — or, as I’m calling it today: iPad Day! Hopefully you’ll be re-reading this years and years from now when YOU’RE all really old — or at least old enough to be wearing reading glasses like I am now, at age 45. Here’s what I…

I’m living proof that all the pent-up intellectual energy can be saved and used at a later date — 11 years. That’s how long I “stayed home” with my kids. For anyone else who, like me, thought they’d completely missed the boat on a career after years and years out of the workplace, I’m living proof that all the pent-up intellectual energy can be saved and used later if…

Exhausted. Cautious. Joyful. Finally. — I just dropped off my little guys, who cautiously took off their masks and walked into school, their own beautiful faces finally exposed. My first grader had literally never walked into the building without wearing a mask. As I watched him walk in, a few moments after his older sister…

Why a new genre — reality marriage lit — is here to stay — Lisa Taddeo’s brilliant New York Times essay, “My Real Love Language is Fear,” published on the eve of Valentine’s Day, is the final nail in the marital secrecy coffin. It used to be sacrilegious to discuss the ins and outs of our marriages. And by “used to,” I mean, like…

The secret formula will help you unlock all your reading potential — “You Can’t Possibly Read All Those Books!” As many of you have pointed out or, perhaps, whispered to each other, it would be physically impossible for me to read every page of every book I feature on my podcast, Moms Don’t Have Time to Read Books. After all, I did 449 episodes in 2021 alone! And yet…

This might be Pennsylvania’s best-kept secret — I didn’t even know it existed. But when the MLK long weekend rolled around, my 7-year-old son didn’t want to go anywhere I suggested. “Can’t we just go to a hotel with a Steven Universe theme?” he asked. “That doesn’t exist!” “How do you know? Just Google it,” he said. …

I started the weekend with 587 of them, scattered across six inboxes. The emails streamed down my screen like tears on a heartbroken teen’s face, seemingly endless, unmanageable. But I was going to tackle the electronic pile once and for all. Starting Friday afternoon, I made it my mission. By…