Sarah Fader

I have two kids and I curse like a sailor. I do not curse at them, but I curse around them. And they know the difference. I tell them that "fuck" and "shit" are curse words, that they are for grownups to say. I don’t sugarcoat them. But I also do not intend to give up the words that offer me a level of catharsis I can’t seem to locate elsewhere in the English language.

From the day that I had my first panic attack at age 15, my life was never the same. I looked up at my mother, wanting her to save me.

It's completely normal to be a woman and enjoy sex. The trouble is that when I’ve expressed my sexuality openly online, I’ve encountered some unwanted attention from men.

Plenty of moms out there hate housework as much as their kids do, but there is no fairy godmother en route to tidy up for us. Here's how to get those dishes done, with or without a good attitude about it.

Online friendships are real. Human beings seek connection in various forms, and having a connection with another like-minded human being through the Internet is completely and totally valid.

No two losses are the same.

She was beautiful; I wanted to love her. But there was this nagging voice inside me: "What if I can’t love this baby as much as my son? Is there enough love for both of my children?"

I decided to reach out to Phuc Dat to get his side of the story. I neglected to realize that the lived in Australia. Though it was 9am in NYC it was after 1am down under.

There is a bigger problem at hand here: the toy industry feels that it is appropriate and lucrative to include play guns in children’s toys.

You might think you’re not working hard enough and that’s why you can’t find anything to talk about. That isn’t necessarily what is happening here.