
by Jenna McCarthy
I always wanted to have girls. Well, that’s not exactly true because for a long while there I didn’t really want kids at all. But once I decided to throw caution—and birth control—to the wind and discovered first-hand...
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Not. So. Much. Here is the thing. I used to OWN my car. I used to not have piles of trash in it that were so disgusting not even the rats wanted to enter. I used to not have goldfish...
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Last night, having put a tantrum throwing toddler out of my mind with a stiff glass of wine and a CSI rerun (because nothing makes you forget an embarrassing grocery store moment like a dead hooker) I dozed off to...
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I was walking a friend through the process of setting up a Facebook account and had just said, “The most important thing to know is that everything you post on your wall or anyone else’s can be viewed by everyone,”...
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I do this thing where I diagnose myself with a disease about, oh, EVERY TEN MINUTES. If I feel the slightest amount of pain in my head, I go straight to visions of me in the hospital and...
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As the story of my life unfolds it has become abundantly clear that thirty percent of it will be spent sleeping, twenty percent at the grocery store, ten percent drinking, eight percent eating, and fifteen percent in a phone store...
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