I Thought We’d Be Over This ‘Man Up’ Bullsh*t By Now, But Apparently We’re Not

February 26, 2019

As a little girl, I was the quintessential tomboy. I climbed trees, rolled around in the dirt, caught frogs, and played football with the boys on the field of the local elementary school. My parents raised my brother and me in a house of emotional honesty; there was no script to follow based on our gender. It wasn’t always pretty, but it was always real. I…

Amy grew up in the suburbs of Long Island singing Barbara Streisand hits into her hairbrush. When she’s not writing her hilarity fueled parenting memoir as The Outnumbered Mother, she’s a Florida living, butt wiping, soccer team carting, gourmet chef attempting, tennis skirt wearing, non-tennis playing, self-proclaimed bad mamma jamma to 3 sons and a very understanding husband. You can find her talking about booze and diaper blowouts on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.