Sometimes when I’m driving and I stop suddenly, I shoot my right arm out by instinct. “Mom Arm,” I used to call it, because that’s what my mom did when we were…
Natasha O’Rourke
I’m a mom, a wife, and a copywriter, but those are very limiting labels. I’m also a cheese lover, karaoke performer, award-winning beer pong player, misophonia sufferer, and a dog person. I’m a puzzle enthusiast (jigsaw and crossword), word nerd, and Facebook addict (sadly, not recovering; Sorry, Matty). I watch too much TV, eat too many nachos, and take too many pictures of my children, and I’m not sorry about any of it.
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You know what I realized? There are no “parenting experts.” Or rather, all parents are parenting experts. Once you’ve performed surgery to successfully remove a booger from a 2-year old’s…
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Apologies are powerful. I don’t mean the sad sack sorries women give when someone bumps into them, or when they ask for something at a restaurant (“Sorry, can I have…
