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[...] meets a juicy plot line, there is bound to be trouble or heartache. Yesterday, for example, Pork Chop and I had plans to picnic in the park with a gaggle of moms and kids from MOMS Club. The weather [...]

[...] . But we did eek out a little time to revel in our newfound health. For an hour before dinner, Pork Chop crawled around in the backyard with a giddy look on his face. He pulled stones from the moist [...]

[...] hand washing, a regular sleep schedule, vitamins, vegetables, and a live chicken sacrifice, Pork Chop and I pick up every single sniffle, cough, and rash. If I were to hear about a zombie virus on [...]

[...] It was the best case scenario: Pork Chop sat quietly in the greasy plastic chair, swinging his feet, clutching his stuffed elephant to [...]

[...] Welcome to the Bundle, and to herald in the joyful occasion of Cyber Monday, I present to you Suburban Haiku: Poetic Dispatches from Across the Picket Fence. As with all of my reviews and [...]

[...] of this book by Peyton Price, the comedic genius/documentarian of the day-to-day behind Suburban Haiku. Suburban Haiku: Poetic Dispatches from Behind the Picket Fence is everything you've dreamed [...]

[...] ------------------------------------------------------------------ EXTRA! EXTRA! I'm on Scary Mommy this evening. Check out "5 Ways Orange Is the New Black Prepared Me for [...]

[...] I was busy being marginally Internet famous this week. Did you see me on Mamapedia or on Scary Mommy? No? Well, who feels guilty now, huh? Oh, not you? Okay, well, never mind. I'm sorry. [...]

[...] earned me a spot in Listen to Your Mother DC. By February, a blog was born. By July, Scary Mommy had picked up one of my stories. By October, I made the front page of Huffington Post [...]

[...] moving "The Child I Didn't Adopt." You can find Liz on Huffington Post, Scary Mommy, and BLUNTmoms, among others. But I suggest you start by following her on her blog, on  [...]

[...] This will be Part 1 of a two-part post. I'm preempting this upcoming Flogger Blogger Wednesday to bring you the rest of this story. But don't worry. I feel really bad about it. In the [...]

[...] Hot damn, people, Flogger Blogger Wednesday is about put on all kinds of airs. It's still chockfull of the guilt, but today it's a [...]

[...] Flogger Blogger Wednesday has been on ice for a while, my friends. Spending time each week writing stories about [...]

[...] Followers, friends, relatives (mostly relatives), welcome back to Flogger Blogger Wednesday. As I type, my son is clacking two wooden balls together and staring at me mournfully; [...]

[...] Now that I live in the honest-to-gosh 'burbs, I joined my local chapter of MOMS Club International. For a $25-per-year membership fee, other mamas in my neighborhood are obligated [...]

[...] brewing from my hobby options. Good luck sewing with those oven mitts on, genius. My cohorts in MOMS Club are no help either. As Halloween looms on the horizon like a giant, awful candy corn, talk at [...]

[...] look so happy? It was terrifying. To stave off insanity, I joined my local chapter of MOMS Club. And before I could say "home owners' association," my superior urban ass began to un- [...]

[...] , Pork Chop and I had plans to picnic in the park with a gaggle of moms and kids from MOMS Club. The weather was warm, but not too warm. The sun was shining, but there was a tint of [...]

[...] "clock"? "Clock" sounds downright X-rated. Coincidentally, Pork Chop's daycare provider has a large clock hung just inside the entrance to her home. Three days per week, my son [...]

[...] personal leave is akin to personal weakness. But you still handed your toddler over to her daycare provider, right folks? Despite the night-long vomiting that you failed to mention? Come the ever- [...]

[...] " He just can't say "I love you" to me. He loves his daddy. He loves his daycare provider. He loves the dog. He loves Elmo. He once professed love to a donut. But me? His [...]

[...] leisurely activities like eating? Then The Big Book of Parenting Tweets is the book for you. I promise you will laugh in less time than it takes for your kid to jam [...]

[...] scooter to the table of $20 sweaters. Last Wednesday, I shared my review of The Big Book of Parenting Tweets. On Friday, I published my first ever small business holiday gift guide. Today, to top off [...]

[...] I met Callie Feyen thanks to Listen to Your Mother DC. Both Callie and I are part of the 2014 cast, and after [...]

[...] I'm not even going to be coy about my third guest blogger, Callie Feyen: I have a huge crush on her writing. I want to make out with her stories underneath the [...]

[...] me it was a palate cleanser. Well, well, well. That was a revelation. I have a half-pound of Halloween candy left in my pantry, and let's just say that I'll be doing some serious palate cleansing this [...]

[...] it!) Composition with Suburban Haiku, baby monitor, laptop, grocery list, the last of the Halloween candy, cold coffee, high chair tray, rubber bib, macaroni noodles, and wine. Suburban Haiku: Poetic [...]

[...] played out in my head: Pack for the baby: size 4 diapers, overnight diapers, swim diapers, diaper wipes, diaper cream, diaper bag, portable changing pad, baby powder, V-Tech toys (because I hate [...]

[...] I can't make sense of that part. It should also be noted that there are no toddlers. Diaper wipes and apple sauce don't factor into the whole metropolitan idyll. Which is why we'll be [...]