Contrary to popular belief, Thanksgiving is about being thankful and not about gorging yourself on turkey and mashed potatoes. I imagine every Broke-Ass Mom is thankful for different things, but below is a list of what I’m thankful for this year. Things a Broke-Ass Mom is thankful for: I’m thankful
The Christmas songs have already started which means all you Broke-Ass Moms out there should be thinking about how the hell you’re going to afford presents for your Mom, Dad, sister, brother, uncle, aunt, cousins, nieces, nephews, grandma, grandpa, partner, and of course your own child. For years now my
If it’s one thing I’ve learned as a Broke-Ass Mom, it’s to buy used for anything and everything. I bought a pair of shoes new once, and three months later my son was telling ME that they were too tight (since then I have only bought used shoes). Technically you
Over the past few years I’ve watched as San Francisco has been pulled out from under us and sold to the highest bidder. And I’m fed up and heartbroken. San Francisco is for everyone, not just the wealthy elite, and this is why I’ve decided to run for mayor....
Every parent needs a break, and Broke-Ass Moms are no exception. The question is what to do, and where to go…well, and how much time do you have? I love fantasizing about a weekend away when I can sit on the beach in my bikini lookin’ fine (this is my
Although it’s incredibly tempting to put your baby to sleep, go around the corner to the local pub for a PBR, and sneak back before your baby knows you’re gone, you never know what neighbor might be spying on you at that very moment and whether or not CPS has
Anyone know where other Broke-Ass Moms hang out? Yeah, I can’t find them either. But I know you’re out there. Maybe you’re lurking through the Goodwill bins for a Halloween costume, busy composting your coffee grounds, or reading the latest book you checked out of the library with your toddler
Now that you’re car-free, mass transportation should be your new best friend. If you’re not careful, what was once as easy as “hop on and hop off” can now be the most miserable thirty minutes of your day. The goal is to not get a standing ovation as you and