Being a teenager is hard and teenagers are really hard on themselves; having a companion that thinks you’re awesome, all of the time, can’t hurt. Particularly when you’re not always so sure.

Bad tattoos deserve a measuring stick, a Scoville scale of their own.

Her - For sure would be Jump Around by House of Pain. (That’s the hypiest hype song of all of hype.) I thought, in addition, I would also share some mom walk-up songs that get me through the day.

Then we send them off to college crossing our fingers and holding our breath in hopes they figure it all out….but maybe that’s just me.

Ryan met me at the hospital and, God bless him, he had to hold the pee cup (for the pregnancy test) and the throw-up bucket (it’s just how I respond to pain, ok?) for me, at the same time. Worst moment of my life? Yes.

This really could be the reason why my husband leaves me!