Tracy Manaster

I hate the “how do you balance writing and family” question because no one *ever* asks male authors. That said, the answer is that I exclusively sign my kids up for activities that have long practices near dive bars that are particularly conductive to hunkering down to write.

Back to school is fun because you get to learn that your children have sincerely-held beliefs about appropriate protractor brands.

Imagine your job is Fulton County mugshot taker. The pressure of knowing someday soon you will produce what will inevitably be one of the most circulated (and OMG most Etsy-ed) images of all time.

My Barbie memory is that one time in the late eighties the neighbor kid wanted us to make Barbie and Ken fuck and I made Barbie and Ken get an HIV test first because my parents were two of the like twenty-seven people in Utah who believed in comprehensive sex education.

The think piece I am waiting for is an analysis of the "Barbie bump," breaking down how much extra press Oppenheimer is getting due to its incongruous release date twin.

Oh how I wish Hilary Mantel were alive and writing about this shit.

When a teen in your world has a Cocaine Bear birthday…

The pathos of adulthood: I made the most delicious soup I’ve ever made out of fridge and pantry odds and ends and didn’t pay attention to the ratios or even what they were and once it’s gone I will never, ever have this soup again.

Read the prince Harry memoir and at the risk of spoilers my most exciting takeaway was that brits get LAUGHING GAS at labor and delivery

Not my 13 year old twins planning to avail themselves of off campus privileges on Valentines Day, stage a lunchtime proposal & score free food.

Truly I am the greatest sports mom of all time because when our daughter decided she wants to try lacrosse this spring I told @saladpants we’d need to go out and buy her a lacrosse wand.