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

Thursdays mean story time for us at our local public library.  I have to admit that I did not seek it out when I became a SAHM; instead I literally stumbled upon it. Six months ago, my son and I were out for a walk, and I noticed a line

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

I’m literally giddy with excitement. We are finally getting rain this week, and rain means rainy day activities. It’s means I can finally stretch my Broke-Ass Mom rainy day arms, and whip out my special bag of tricks. When my husband was at home with our son, he used to

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

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

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

Can a Broke-Ass Mom get her Christmas shopping done with child in tow?  That’s exactly what I’m wondering these days.  In the past, I’ve been able to steal a few moments on my way to work or on my way home from work.  However, now that I’m a SAHBAM (Stay-at-Home-Broke-Ass-Mom – I

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