I Feel So Powerful As A Mom Of Daughters, Especially During Spooky Season

Nikola Stojadinovic/E+/Getty Images I am always overwhelmingly proud to be the mother of three daughters. I say it like a Jane Austen novel, I call them “my little women,” I only refer to them as “the girls.” Growing up in the era of The Spice Girls and Winona Ryder’s Jo March has given me quite the affinity for Girl Power, and it’s something I hold incredibly dear. The day we found out our third baby was a girl, my husband beamed. “It’s so special,” he said. “I don’t know many people with three girls.”I felt like I had a magic...

New Horror-Thriller Show 'Hysteria' Is The Perfect Pre-Halloween Binge

Peacock/NBC Universal We’ve finally made it to the time of year when not only is it totally acceptable to stream all things dark and macabre, but it’s actually the social norm. As soon as the sun sets on summer and the chill of fall creeps in, I’m cueing up anything and everything that sends a little shiver up my spine. And while there are a slew of cozy horror movies and new horror shows to choose from this spooky season, one has already surfaced as a sure favorite: Peacock’s horror-thriller Hysteria, which starts streaming today. OK, but you’ve got one...

Kimberly J. Brown Shares Wedding Details & Items She Kept From 'Halloweentown'

Ariela Basson/Scary Mommy; Getty Images For those of us who grew up watching Disney Channel original movies, Kimberly J. Brown is an icon. She starred as 13-year-old Marnie Piper in Halloweentown, and she instantly became the teenager we all wanted to be. As a little girl, I was completely taken with the movie — I desperately wanted to find out I too had magic coursing through me and tumble into a world where I could ride a Windsweeper 5000 Turbo Broom in a sweet cloak. But it was Marnie herself who I really wanted to be. She was rebellious, yes,...

How To Support Your Creepy Child

Ariela Basson/Scary Mommy; Shutterstock, Getty Images My children know no fear, and love nothing more than casting spells and playing dead. I’ve made peace with "Janie" (my eldest’s ghost friend), regularly answer questions about mortality first thing in the morning, and prominently display a drawing of “Goth Barbie,” but we’ve also gotten into some pickles. For instance the time my son asked his first grade teacher if they could read Stephen King’s The Shining, then wiggled his finger and croaked “REDRUM” (That one’s on me for telling him an abridged version for a bedtime story when I was out of...