The Hardest Part.

When I wrote The hardest post I've ever written, I wrote about my struggles with peri- and postpartum depression. But in it, I proclaimed that the hardest part of the hardest post was having to type the following words: I can no longer have children. In it I also wrote how incredibly grateful I am for having ...

If I don’t write, I will burst.

So, as you well know, I've been on a little wriatus. I've taken some time off the grid, and it's been nice. Certainly, I've missed chronicling my daily moments of wonder (from the quick photo snapped of a tiny tush in even tinier skinny jeans to a 2-year-old's inventive original song lyrics to the foodshots of ...

You make me feel

Hey! Short time no see! It feels soooooo good to say that. I mean, now that I am trying to call myself a blogger, again, I figured I should blog. Did I tell you that I wrote my last post while sitting outside at a cafe, drinking a large matcha latte with almond milk, eating a dragonfruit bowl, and ...

All the things.

Oh my. It has been so long, and I am so sorry, for that. In the past, I've lamented the fact that I feel like a fraud of a blogger, as of late. Yes, I have a blog, and yes, I have been sharing on said blog since June of 2010, but, recently, my long posts and intricate ...

never enough

All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the night sky Will never be enough Never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world but it'll Never be enough Never be enough For me (- by Pasek and Paul, for "The Greatest Showman") Yesterday, I got to thinking (in therapy) about something really ...

Oh how things have changed.

I have had the pleasure of spending the past week at the beach with my babes. We have savored our time here. We have enjoyed new things in new ways. We have eaten ice cream for breakfast; we have had nightly talent shows; we have chased seagulls, caught clams, gone on rollercoasters and stayed in our ...

Like me

This is not the post I set out to write. Which, in some ways, says it all. I wrote 3/4 of a different post today, about #honestmotherhood. As I was writing, I stumbled upon an anecdote I wanted to share, and it reminded me of some other stories and that reminded me of the fact that much of what ...

It’s Not Just For Moms

A moment of calm. Not pictured, the gathering storm clouds.  In this piece, originally published via Thrive Global, I am honored to welcome a guest author to this site. I am in awe of his strength; I am moved, deeply, by his words; I am married to him. Here, I treat you to: I am a 36 Year ...

Is it dark in heaven?

This morning, after dropping my daughter off for her last day of second grade, my son and I were engaged in one of our typical drive-to-school chats. "Mommy, can you tell me a scary story? How about 'The Haunted Rock' or 'The Broken Elevator in the Toy Store,' can you tell me those scary stories, and make them ...

My five favorite things

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 ...