I sit down with my cup of coffee and google “effectiveness of Cool Sculpting” while simultaneously writing a post on how to encourage my daughter to love her body just the way it is. Sadly, the irony of this escapes me for the better part of a week. Then my mind shifts to my mother,... Continue Reading →
I’m prone to depression and anxiety. I’m pretty sure it runs in my family (although everyone else denies it) so I feel that I come by it fairly honestly. That being said, no one really talks about it much, so the first few times I had bouts of depression, I didn’t really grasp what was... Continue Reading →
I’ve always loved the human connection. I enjoy spending time with people, listening to their stories, having intimate conversations at dinners and small gatherings. I also like to feel included, part of a group, and a member of my community. My family is very close, and with three sisters and several cousins, being around people... Continue Reading →
It all started innocently enough. Pretty much since the day she sprouted them, people have been commenting on my daughter’s beautiful, curly blonde hair. “She’s so cute, where did she get her curls from, how often do you cut her hair?” The comments occur so frequently that I’ve grown accustom to it, and initially I... Continue Reading →
The other day I took my kids to breakfast at a local diner. It was my day off, so I was in my preferred comfort attire of Fabletics workout pants and a sweatshirt, my hair in a messy bun. As we were walking out, I couldn’t help but notice the sneer I received from a business-y looking woman,... Continue Reading →
We recently spent a long weekend with my in-laws, who are the best storytellers I have ever met. They provide exquisite detail and plot twists that make even a trip to the grocery store sound enthralling. We pass many an hour sitting around the table sharing stories from the past, with everyone easily engaged, smiling,... Continue Reading →
As I left my kids’ daycare this morning, I passed by a mom who was hiding in the doorway, listening to her toddler screaming her name over and over, a pained look on her face. I gave her a hopeful smile and said, “It does get easier, I promise.” She nodded grimly, making it clear... Continue Reading →
Some Thoughts are Better Left Unsaid 