"The Night I Accidentally Sexted My Kid's Soccer Coach"
It started with autocorrect. It ended with me switching leagues. Here's the full, mortifying story...
Your New Favorite
Self-Care Routine
No gym. No partner. No pants required.
For women who know the best workout is the one you do by yourself.
Get In On ItSexersize (n.): The solo workout polite society won't talk about. But we will — loudly, honestly, and with way too many details.
We're swapping the stories we'd only tell our best friends after two glasses of wine. The embarrassing purchases. The battery emergencies. The time your kid almost found your "special drawer." The ones that make you laugh so hard you almost pee (because, let's be honest, that's a real concern now too).
No judgment. No shame. Just the hilariously honest truth about self-care after 40.
It started with autocorrect. It ended with me switching leagues. Here's the full, mortifying story...
Twenty years of marriage and the man still leads with carbs. Is that romance or Stockholm syndrome?
They said it would reignite the spark. They didn't mention the chiropractor bill that followed.
Turns out your book club friends have shockingly good taste. And shockingly bad gift-wrapping skills.
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