Rebecca Eckler
Rebecca Eckler is a journalist, columnist, blogger and best selling author of nine books; three on parenting, including Knocked Up!, Wiped, and Toddlers Gone Wild. Her latest book is The Mommy Mob: Inside the Outrageous World of Mommy Bloggers. She lives in Toronto with her 12-year-old daughter, Rowan, and her 4-year-old son, Holt. She loves eating in bed, watermelon, Chelsea Handler, and The Big Bang Theory. And, of course, her children.
From Money Matters to Cancelling Plans, Why Honesty Truly Is The Best Policy These Days
Interestingly, after months, I’ve gotten much better at being honest with people. It’s still not the greatest feeling, but I’m no longer embarrassed.
Colds. Custody. Confusion! I Didn’t Want My Son To Get Tested for Covid. His Father Did.
Out of an abundance of caution, my son’s father wanted our son to get tested for Covid. Out of an abundance of caution, I did not.
I Always Thought I’d Bond With My Daughter When Shopping. But It’s My Son Who Loves Fashion.
Never did I imagine that retail therapy would be something my 8-year-old son and I would bond over.
40-Something Pregnancies Are No Longer Unusual
I guess it made sense that my doctor did a pregnancy test while taking blood work even though I’m 46. 40-something pregnancies are the new normal.
The “M” Word No One Wants to Talk About. (It’s Not “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!”)
Women talk openly about periods and cramps, about intimate details of their sex lives, and mental health issues. Women talk openly pretty much about everything except the “M” word.
Bra Shopping With My Tween: Tips For Being A ‘Supportive’ Mom
Here are a few helpful tips for buying your daughters their first real bra, from a mom who has been there.
Maskne: Why Now Is a Good Time to Establish a Good Skincare Routine
Many women are just starting a skincare routine during this pandemic. It is a perfect time now that our skin requires recalibrating due to wearing masks.
I Want To Take Up Golf But I’m A Terrible Loser! (And Way Too Competitive)
You don’t want to be around me mini-golfing. If I missed a putt, I would curse as if I had just stubbed my toe.
I’m Listening and Learning: What Not to Say to a Black Mom
For me, being called out was a blessing in disguise, because it prompted me to become more educated.
I Have A Closet Full Of Clothes And I Can’t Justify Shopping Ever Again!
Thanks to COVID, I’ve become very aware of just how many clothes I own. Some items still have the damn price tag on.