Size doesn’t matter. It means absolutely nada, zero, zip, zilch. If you have a smaller waistline, you won’t be happier. I can guarantee it.

One of the hardest parts about motherhood is the anxiety. The anxiety to make sure everything is going to be okay.

And with an eye-roll, my daughter turned away. She is two, and she can roll her eyes in a complete circle like a hamster wheel.

“She’s so big. How much does she weigh?” This was a question I was asked today by a little girl’s nanny in my daughter’s summer camp.