How to Survive (and Reduce) the Constant Fighting Between Young Siblings
There are days when I swear the soundtrack of my house is just “MOMMMM!” layered over the sound of something being snatched out of someone else’s hands. Not crying. Not …
Writings
That One Time in Vegas
There are certain things you do in your twenties (or thirties, who’s counting) that don’t exactly make it into the family scrapbook. For us, that thing was… well… we tried …
My Cat’s Midnight Gymnastics Routine
There’s a special kind of rage that only comes from finally getting both kids to sleep, curling up in bed, and then—BAM BAM BAM—the unmistakable sound of a cat treating …
Sand in All the Wrong Places
We go to South Beach a lot. And by “a lot,” I mean so much that the parking attendants practically know my kids’ names. They wave us in with that …
Three Parks, Countless Tantrums (But Worth It)
If you live in Miami with kids, you already know: the park isn’t just a place, it’s survival. Parks are where kids run until they’re red in the face, where …
The $40 Bed vs. The Free Box
I did the thing. I bought my cat a bed. Not just any bed — a plush, cozy, aesthetically pleasing one that matched my living room rug. Forty dollars. Do …
Eyes Up Here, Sir
You’d think in 2025 people would be over it by now. But no. Breastfeeding in public is still the spectacle of the century. I sit down with my baby, pull …
Why My Car Will Forever Smell Like Goldfish Crackers
My car used to be a car. You know, leather seats that smelled vaguely like “new” and that feeling of pride when people got in and said, “ooh, nice.” Those …
The Coffee That Saved My Sanity
Every mom has her thing. Some swear by yoga, some by wine, some by long walks where no one calls their name every 10 seconds. For me, it’s coffee. That …
Why Miami Moms Should Get Paid for Sunscreen Application
If there was a paycheck for applying sunscreen, I’d be rich. Like, retire-to-a-condo-in-Boca rich. Because let me tell you, no one — and I mean no one — works harder …