The Redneck Diva dishes on womanhood, being fearfully and wonderfully made, and—wait for it—chin hairs.
It’s just part of life, and you need a strong stomach. Reader discretion advised due to some mention of vomit.
In her latest installment, the Diva looks at how you argue when you’re married with children.
The Redneck Diva reflects on the place where many families spend the most time together.
The Redneck Diva has a poignant encounter on the chip aisle at Walmart.
“I felt like I had stumbled into a room where I knew no one and was a total stranger. It seemed like I was intruding…. And then it occurred to me: I was.”
The Diva and her kids think about what they want to be when they grow up.
Have a nice trip; see you next fall.
I’d be really organized if it weren’t for these short people who live in my house.
The Diva reflects on the questions kids ask and the answers parents provide.
If this storm had happened when I was a kid, we wouldn’t have made four trips to Walmart in two days to pick up inordinate amounts of toilet paper and an unreasonable quantity of bread.