THE BABY DILEMMA AT 37

I spent the better part of my flight from Seattle to Newark flirting with the baby in 27D. It wasn’t my fault: he started flirting with me first. I’m not a great flier under the best of circumstances, so when the chubby, blue eyed toddler across the aisle began to steal glances at me from… Read more »

SEX ME UP? HELL, JUST KNOCK ME UP.

“When is it going to be your turn to have a baby?” your auntie asks at your cousin’s fourth baby shower. The correct answer is: A. When I can smash this diaper-shaped puff pastry in your face B. When everyone stops stressing me the f* out about getting pregnant C. None of your business, you smug… Read more »