I don’t have a smartphone.
My free upgrade has been waiting for eight years.
In fact, when my husband got his first smartphone, I actually downgraded to his old flip phone because the battery…life puts much fancier phones to shame. Moreover, my flip phone blocks text messaging, on purpose. I told my cell phone company I do not want to receive a text. Ever. People can send them to me, but I’ll never know. I like to picture the text dissipating in cyber ether. I have gotten used… >> Read More
Here's a not-so-secret secret: Nursing moms like to text each other. I mean, we're stuck in one place, without two hands free to read a real book, so a dextrous person can make good use of that…downtime to get caught up with pals. And in many cases, if said mom has friends who are also moms to young babies, they might be doing the very same thing. Or maybe not! All kinds of people feed babies in all kinds (well, two) ways. Either way, there's a new shorthand for "bb on… >> Read More
Remember the teen who reportedly got indecent messages from Anthony Weiner? Well, the saga is not over yet. The story has gotten more attention over the last few days, because, as you may have…heard, FBI Director James Comey announced on Friday that an investigation was continuing into Hillary Clinton’s private email server, discovered on the private computer of Weiner and his wife, Clinton's aide Huma Abedin. Because of this, the 16-year-old ensnared in the scandal recently told BuzzFeed that she was upset with Comey for not giving her warning that she would… >> Read More
Eating someone else's ice cream is never a good idea, right? But it's especially hard when said ice cream is just sitting there WAITING to be eaten in the freezer. Well, Jenny Katz learned this…lesson the hard way when she found out she ate the cat’s ice cream while in a text convo with her mom. Her mom, Debbie, was not please. You see, the family cat, 17-year-old Coco, just loves Dreyer’s French vanilla ice cream--and has some every night. Recently, Katz told Buzzfeed that Coco is “treated like royalty," so you know… >> Read More
When my son was about 8 weeks old, I had a sleep-deprived meltdown of epic proportions. I had lots of women in my life I could talk to, lots of friends and family who loved me and could offer advice,…but they had all been through the new mom thing too long ago. Sure, they remembered not sleeping for more than an hour at a time. They had experienced the panic of a screaming baby whose needs had all (presumably) been met. They recalled not showering for days. But what I wanted—no, needed—was to talk… >> Read More