By Harmony Hobbs Fact: I am a 1950′s housewife trapped inside the body of a career woman. The only reason I went to college was to find myself a husband. That’s right. I might as well have tattooed “MARRY ME” on my forehead. Looking back, I don’t know why I wasted so much time thinking...

By Harmony Hobbs: I swore I would never do it. I never wanted to be “that” mom. The one that discusses her child’s poop. No one wants to hear about it, really. And I know that. Yet despite my best efforts, I failed. My toddler is afraid to poop. For reasons unknown to me, he is so terrified of...

By: Harmony My son learned how to hop by watching me try to squeeze into a pair of jeans that no longer fit. You know the drill. I call it the hop-and-pull, first cousin to the lay-down-and-zip. I ripped my jeans that day, and had no choice but to accept defeat. They are now stored in the back of my...

By Harmony Hobbs Neat-freak (neet-freek). •    A person compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. There are only a few things in this world that I really believe in. They include (but are not limited to) love, laughter, wine, Spanx, and Paula Deen. The last two items go hand in hand, obviously. Something...

By: Harmony Hobbs I used to be the modest type. On the morning of my wedding day I changed in the bathroom instead of in front of my bridesmaids. I wore a ridiculous getup the first few times I spent the night with my now-husband. It involved sweat pants. In the summer. In Louisiana. You know the type...