Trying to keep my sanity in a house full of manly ball-scratching, burping, farting, and raised toilet seats.
Trying to keep my sanity in a house full of manly ball-scratching, burping, farting, and raised toilet seats. 
“I’d be concerned if he wasn’t watching porn.”
“That’s my DAWG.”
“I wouldn’t worry; he’s about that age.”
“It’s perfectly fine and normal.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
These are just a few of the classically typical male reactions I have received from various friends when asked what they think of my... 
About a month ago, my 13-year-old son shared with me the story of a girl in his class who had taken a naked picture of herself and sent it to the boy she liked, who in turn forwarded it to all of his friends. Within less than a day, the photo had been circulated throughout the school and everyone had seen it. This is not a new story and for the most part there are one of two reactions to these types of... 
My 15 yr old son and a few of his friends have a little “hideout”, if you will. It’s a secluded spot in the forest in front of their school that they discovered at the beginning of the school year. My son, being the adventurer that he is, found it to be a perfect building location for their own rudimentary and primitive hangout. Over the months they’ve made it their own,... 
“Mom, would you get mad at me if I got a detention for putting a tampon in a friends backpack?”
I was in the process of making my coffee when my 12 year old came up to me and propositioned me with this very interesting question. I looked up from stirring my coffee and met his eyes. He had a smirk on his face and it took everything in me not to bust out laughing.
“Did you get a... 
“I need Sylvan Learning or something like that.” My 14 year old said to me.
“What the heck for?”
“Cuz I must be retarded!”
This is my sons excuse for poor grades; that he must be retarded. Nice.
Mind you, he’s the one that started the conversation about his grades telling me how disappointed he is in himself. Now, why would you tell me what your grades are... 
Last week I took off with my mom, my baby brother and my godmother on a road trip from Miami to Manchester, New Hampshire. Unfortunately the reason for our trip was to spend time with my aunt (who was like a second mother to me) in her final hours of life. My aunt, who had also suffered and survived polio at a young age, was diagnosed with ALS (a.k.a Lou Gehrigs disease) almost 10 months ago.... 
If it was an MMA match, then you’d most likely be rooting for the youthful, rebellious, and energetic high schooler. You’d imagine yourself as
Rage in a Cage by Edgar Brown
that high schooler and that teacher as that one hideous and miserable teacher you had in
high school who you swore was on a mission to make your life impossible and humiliate you every chance they had. (If you never had... 
I’m sure everyone is familiar with the saying “Bro’s before hoes”. And I’m sure many of you are nodding your head in agreement. But when do you (men, that is) decide that the woman is in fact not a hoe and, therefore, must come before the bro’s?
This past weekend my 12 year old son faced this challenging choice.
It was Friday and I was picking him up from school at... 
Ok, so the last two posts I wrote were pretty heavy, deep and as some put it (which I am completely flattered by), “inspiring”. So I decided to lighten the mood a little this time:
Older son says to younger son: “Look what I made,” and shows him a leather wallet.
Younger son asks, “What is it?”
Older son sarcastically answers, “A dildo man, what do you... 
One afternoon, I met up with a colleague of mine for coffee. We’ve known each other for several years now and she’s aware that my husband is a combat vet. We casually discussed our children and whatever troubles they might have been giving us at the moment. On most fronts we agree when it comes to the raising of children, but I was soon to be disillusioned with how different we were on... 
My journey into motherhood began when I was 17 years old. Today, I am the mother of two teen boys, 15 and 13, and I am one of the only moms "blogging" about raising teen boys. On this blog, which I like to call a "blogory", I share my candid, poignant, sometimes humorous, but always real, short stories about my stumbles through parenthood as a young mother raising two teen boys while coping with living in a house full of testosterone. My parenting philosophy revolves around honest, no holds barred communication, where no topic is off limits, mixed with an enormous sense of humor. Peace Out! -Natasha Olivera
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