A few months ago, I wrote about how a Broke-Ass Mom could make some friends in a dog eat dog world.  Since we last spoke I have made a total of one new mom friend. It’s hard to believe considering how cute and charming my son and I both are

You see, I’m what they call a “creative genius.”  I have a brain so out-of-control, half the time I can’t even make sense of the shit I come up with.  All I know is that I am constantly sprouting figurative light bulbs out the top of my dome, having what

  Some of you are broke because you are waiting for your dream job to come along. Or, you may be broke BECAUSE you are in your dream job, and the money doesn’t matter. Congratulations, you’ve achieved something that so many of us pine for daily. I know this is

If you are over the age of 12 I expect you to know the difference between “your” and “you’re.” And I expect you to use them correctly – ESPECIALLY if you’re going to post your thoughts publicly on a blog or social media site. If you use these (and other

My son and I are taking an airplane trip today to visit my parents – his grandparents – and that made me think about how a Broke-Ass Mom would do it? How would a Broke-Ass Mom survive an airplane ride (alone) with a child without bringing all their toys, ten

It’s that time of year again. Super Bowl time, that is. And you know what that means – it’s party time. I mean, I don’t even like football (well, not the American version at least) but hey, when in America – do as the Americans do. Place your bets, watch

Am I the only Broke-Ass Mom out there who’s a sucker for chocolate, preferably dark, on Valentine’s Day?  Starting about a week ago, all I see is chocolate.  It’s everywhere. I’m seeing chocolate in every shop I walk by, every grocery store display, in the windows at the library, around