Nothing says Broke-Ass Mom more than homemade straight from the earth (or your compost in this case) chicken stock. This has got to be one of the more Broke-Ass things we do around here (besides playing with cardboard boxes on rainy afternoons). If you don’t make your own stock what
Last week I received an interesting question that got me thinking: “In what world is a $500 stroller broke-ass?” Although it just so happens that a stroller is a lot cheaper than buying a car (the BOB is our car), and we also bought it used for $200 (in the
Tuesday, January 2nd, snuck up on me like poop oozing out of my son’s diaper while we’re in the middle of story time at our local library, and there’s not a spare diaper in sight. I had been looking forward to this day for literally weeks. It was the day
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....
I’m not sure I believe in New Year’s Resolutions. I feel like they are just an additional way to feel bad about yourself by the end of the year. Then you can look back and say, “Shit, I said I was going to lose how many pounds, and I’m up
I began this year’s shopping for my two-year-old by following my own advice: buy only one or two great gifts for your toddler/baby because that’s all they need (if that considering the mounds of presents they’ve already received from their grandparents). My husband and I decided what my two-year-old REALLY
This is actually a harder question than it may seem. Something about giving birth to another human being makes you not need or want as much. Or at least that’s how it feels. It’s hard to separate your needs and wants apart from your family’s. But for everyone’s sanity you
I thought I’d do a two-parter starting this week: One part “What does a Broke-Ass kid want?” and one part “What does a Broke-Ass Mom want?” You know what’s so great about kids? Up until a certain age (I’ve yet to discover at what age this changes) kids love the