Samm Davidson is a writer for Scary Mommy, specializing in parenting and lifestyle content. With a humorous and relatable approach, Samm shares personal anecdotes and observations about the joys and challenges of raising children, navigating relationships, and finding humor in everyday life.
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Samm Davidson’s articles mainly focus on family and relationships, with a significant emphasis on personal experiences, reviews, and seasonal content. Based on this coverage style, he may be interested in real-life stories related to parenting challenges or family dynamics that offer unique perspectives or solutions.
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It was 3:15 pm when my 11-year-old burst through the side door, visibly out of breath after sprinting from the bus stop.
I bought things I wanted for myself — not my kids, not my husband — and it felt great. Here's what I got.
Well, #hotmom summer is finally here, and since we are all likely feeling a bit frustrated and overwhelmed with the kids at home all day, I decided
My 10-year-old son looks more like a teenager than a preteen.
And it doesn’t stop after the morning — the afternoon is the same circus!
I remember watching my firstborn son waddle around the beach a few weeks after his first birthday.
Every year, as soon as the leaves start changing colors along the quiet street of my New England town, I am immediately reminded of one of my favorite '90s childhood memories: Halloween.
I wish there was a food train for parents with teens.
Sorry, not sorry — I'm taking control of my own holiday gift-giving experience.
I dare you fill a shelf with feathery trees and gold-dusted reindeer and feel pissed off.
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