A couple of months ago, I wrote an article about how you can make all Broke-Ass moms proud across the world with my simple recipe for Chicken Broth.  If you haven’t read it, read it here. But today I realized that using the contents of your refrigerator plus leftovers from

I realized this past weekend that I come from a long line of Broke-Asses.  My grandfather used to drive 5 miles outside of town to save 10¢ on gas.  My other grandfather would buy fifty rolls of toilet paper every time it went on sale (Although he did have at

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

This Broke-Ass Mom got to taste the Kool-Aid this past week.  Friends of ours went on vacation and left their car under our supervision for two weeks.  There were no rules, no nothing, just “Here are the keys, and enjoy.”  At first the responsibility seemed daunting, but it didn’t take

The Preschool Hunt of 2012 has come to an end, finally.  Now all that’s left is to make a decision on which one.  I consider ourselves pretty lucky that we have choices.  When we decided so late in the game to put our son in preschool, I was expecting to

We are now knee-deep in a search for a preschool for our soon-to-be three-year-old son.  With every new day it becomes more and more apparent that he’s more than ready to make some friends of his own, and I think he’s ready to do this without me standing by his

Is nursery school for a Broke-Ass Mom?  For over a year now I’ve been telling myself, and anyone else who will listen that nursery school, or preschool, is a big waste of time and money.  I kept asking myself why do people spend thousands of dollars to send their child

The in-laws are in town.  I’ll bet you’re wondering, what does a Broke-Ass Mom do with her in-laws when she and her son are their main source of entertainment?  Good question. If anyone has some ideas let me know because I’m at a loss?  I mean, my son is cute

Coincidentally, after talking about my Broke-Ass birthday coming up, another Broke-Ass mom friend of mine (Yes, that’s right folks, I finally made a “mom friend”) had her birthday last week.  Of course, I had to ask her what she did on her birthday.  She should be proud; it’s quite Broke-Ass-ish.