Over the past 26 months, there has been a central character in my life story that has not yet been properly introduced. My home. I call it my home deliberately, and not just "my house," as from the moment I walked through the doors and stood in the (then) mustard-yellow entryway, I said, "this is where I ...
The photo above was taken last month at Ludlow House, on the Lower East Side, for my sister's pub day party. It shows a little bit of sparkle. And makeup. And the cool updo. And glitter. Gotta get my glitter back. *** I couldn’t have scripted this any better. This morning, I woke up and I lingered in ...
Dear Friends, Where do I begin? Often, it's something like, "Hi, I'm Becca? I'm fine, thank you! What do I do? Well, I'm an author. And a blogger. Except, I haven't really blogged..." (at least this is what I have been saying in my head.) I owe you so many things right now. Stories. Updates. Explanations. They're all coming. You ...
Last month, I had the amazing honor of speaking at the March for Moms, on a huge stage in front of the US Capitol. The experience, for me, was so moving that I have yet to put it into plain words. I met the most AMAZING people, all fighting for the same thing: better maternal care for all. ...
Yesterday, over on Instagram, I posted a story in which I asked an honest question and for which I wanted an honest answer: despite the fact that most of my posts address serious topics, how would you feel about a post about beauty/self-care products? I, personally, love learning what other people use and love, but I wanted to ...
This post - titled, "The Hardest Post I've Ever Written," was originally published on here on February 24, 2014: on my son's four-month-birthday. That means, of course, that this was written at exactly four months postpartum, for me. I am re-posting this, today, to give context to some of what is to come; some of what ...
Brown bear, brown bear, what do you see? I cannot tell you how many times I have said that line, whether it was in reading a bedtime story to my children, teaching a "Baby and Me" or an after school theatre program in my former life as a teacher, or in creating a curriculum aimed at building confidence ...
In August, I told my son about the fact that I'd had severe postpartum depression after he was born. I did not use those words, of course; rather, I told him that "I got a little sad" and he understood it and did not understand it and it was a pretty good balance. In January, my book came out and I ...
I thought of something, today. Something that I do not think you know about me: when I feel most at peace. If you were ever to ask me this question, I think that my initial, instinctual answer would be something like, "When my whole family is together under one roof, all safe and accounted for, I feel most ...
As humans, we are often told to listen to our hearts. We are told to pay attention to our "inner voice" and that its words should reign supreme over all else. There is an actual movement surrounding a greater effort to pay attention to our feelings, and while this is something that I would ordinarily get behind (and, in ...
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