Why is it that when someone might be gay, we can’t help but throw it into the convo, even when we’re not talking about sex at all? Look, I don’t care which hole you’re using. But unless you’re showing me a manstick or making bedroom requests, we don’t need a play-by-play of who you think is gay. And if we’re going down that road, can we please start declaring straightness, too? Because that would be equally pointless. Let’s stop the weirdness, folks.

Recap of our trip to Venice Beach to try shark teeth hunting. It includes a homeless guy showing off his goods, ice nuggets, drinking anxiety, setting fires, PDA, and plaques.

Avengers: End Game sets me off.

TMI on my perverted mind and how this does not translate to my sex life. An unfortunate fact for my poor husband.

Family day as extras for a Mexican TV show which includes me overanalyzing everything, per usual.

Passionate relationships all have the same qualities – you fall in love and all you want to do is be around that person, talk about that person, know everything about them. I had an extremely passionate relationship since I was about 6. My lover? Food.

The second child is an experience all their own. Here’s a look at a span of just 3 hours with mine.

I chose to be a transparent parent years ago. To teach my kids about their bodies, and other important topics, because the world can be harsh and information is power. But, this led to some interesting side effects.

Journeying out of childhood and into womanhood can be a celebration, not an embarrassment. Just hold a period party.

My rant on birthday parties, triggered after only 4 kids showed up to my daughter’s 8th birthday party – despite the RSVPs.