This morning I saw an Instagram post that resonated with me. It was a variation of a thought I’ve had many times since I became
My baby girl is nearly eight months old and she’s not really a BABY anymore. I mean, she is a baby, she totally is–but also
Last year I was a bad Christmas mom. This year I’m better. Not GOOD, but better. Let’s start by talking about some of the ways
I hate breastfeeding. It’s true. I do. I wrote about my dislike for breastfeeding right after Miles was born. Consider this the second and final
If I were to bill my hours like the lawyer I once was (for a very brief period), here’s what this morning would look like:
Holy sh*t, I had a baby! Listen. I realize I’m not the first person in the world to have a baby. I’m not even the