Cat and Nat keep it real about the impossibility of motherhood perfection, but they do so with a lot of sensitivity.
We are terrified of being meaningless cogs in a machine that is actively destroying the world. But as Hank so eloquently shows, fame is not the answer to these problems.
I’m beginning to think that this is just what life in your 20s is like. Instability, chaos, and an intense love-hate relationship with your daily reality.
Here are the four things that went the furthest in terms of giving our house a homey vibe.
Labor Day is coming up, which means we have a rare opportunity to actually see our friends despite the incessant business of adulting.
I am well past the age where it’s socially acceptable to feel like your life is ending because of a positive pregnancy test, but I’ll admit that I truly felt like everything was coming crashing down.
How to save money, how to spend money, how to make a budget to help actually accomplish those things—the whole shebang.
As someone in this stage of life, I would describe it as both invigoratingly free and crushingly intense. It's a mix of really good and really bad mixed in with just enough mundanity to make you feel like you're wasting your life.
Witness is the best form of love. See each other.
When to quit your job, when to go to the doctor (physical or mental), when to apologize vs. when to fight, and when you’re entitled to a freakout vs. when you’re supposed to keep it together.