The 2024-25 Commanders season has been thrilling, but a playoff win? Frankly, it's disorienting.

More than ever, this movie--in all its grainy, low-tech, 1970s glory-- is balm for my soul this year.

Although parents are supposed to be the teachers, our kids--just by existing--teach us so much. Here's what five years of motherhood has taught me.

I recognized a cycle repeating, and it scared me. Because I saw my mother hate her body, I hated mine. Because I hated mine, my children would likely learn to hate theirs. And I couldn't abide that.

Your kindness and generosity brought happiness to so many people's lives. I'm ridiculously, stinkin' lucky to say that I'm one of them.

Is it easier to grieve your children's milestones after the fact, like I used to — or in the middle of things, like the emotional slow-motion car-wreck I'm living through now?

Trying to learn *all the things* about caring for a child in a spica cast overwhelmed me last fall. This post includes all I've learned--through research and hard knocks--that helped us make it to the other side of the tunnel.

The one where I take a gentle parenting approach to Travis Kelce's dustup with Andy Reid during Super Bowl LVIII.

For 2024, I've decided not to make any resolutions. I've declined to set any intentions. I've refused to make big plans. Instead, I'm choosing to make my peace with the "wild mediocrity" this phase of my life is calling for.

It’s not really about the number “40” but more about the severe contraction of that expansive world I envisioned at 30.

Now that the one thing I said could bring me back to the Washington NFL team—Dan Snyder selling it—has happened, it's time to return to the fold. Or is it?

I knew Tonya was ill—she’d told me as much before our March call a few weeks ago. But I didn’t know it was the untreatable kind of ill. 

2019 Kristin wondered whether staying home with TJ would make her a better mom. 2023 Kristin is betting that going back to the grind will make her a better mom. We’ll see who’s right.

This is an excerpt from the first piece of creative nonfiction writing I've ever submitted for publication. I'm still waiting to hear whether it made the cut BUT today is the tenth anniversary of the start of the climactic weekend of the piece, which seemed like a decent reason to put this part of it out into the world.

Where is the line between what's an acceptable flaw and what's not? How do we, as individuals, normalize objectively terrible things in the interest of personal comfort, entertainment, or even love?

I went deep and far more emotional on the name change a year and a half ago when the wheels on this jalopy started turning. As for today's news, I'll be much briefer—and more cynical.

Take your small child out in the snow, they said! It'll be fun, they said! (They neglect to tell you about the getting them dressed, part.)

Many of us, especially those of us with small children, could use something to help us endure this cold, dark, and depressing chapter of the pandemic. Here are a few podcasts that may fit that bill.

Saturday is the 10th anniversary of one of my greatest life achievements. Why, then, do I feel less than thrilled about it?