The days of the week invoke certain feelings for me. If I wake up realizing Sunday is actually Monday, my mood changes drastically. This is how I talk to each day of the week, like I know each one personally: Dear Monday, You sneaky little b*tch! You just slipped right out from under me. Why …

Maybe it’s just me. I’m often an exception to the general trendy rule but I’m so sick of seeing people in society put one hand on a hip in every photo they take and share. This goes especially for women and even more specifically for little girls who are the same age as my oldest …