I’m not over here trying to drink a lemontini and read context-free Emily Dickinson lines to pretend at feeling fulfilled. I want advice from fellow moms who came out of the holidays feeling tired, tired, tired with more dark snowy months ahead.

 In birth order lore, middles are peacemakers. But what happens when middlehood splits? Do the middle children go through some sort of quantum shift in which their strengths become their darkness? Do they go from Peacemaker to The Equalizer?

We worry so much about babies talking. Then we spend the rest of their childhoods wishing they would hush.

I’ve been an unwilling participant for seven years in a study about the physical and psychological impacts of sleep deprivation and mess.

When the Grinch’s heart grew three sizes did it compress a nerve somewhere between his ears and brain? Did blowing his trumpet down Mount Crumpet deafen him ever so slightly so that the flooflovers and gardookas didn’t hold such power over him? 

In a way, it’s exhilarating to witness such a pure expression of emotion. But in another way, our downstairs neighbors have complained about the noise.