Book Two!

This time five years ago if you told me that I would be the published author of a book called, "Beyond the Baby Blues" (or, really, anything!) I would have (I'm sorry to say this) probably rolled my eyes at you. While I am not rude by nature, I was 37-weeks-pregnant, anxious, depressed, terrified of my ...

#honestmotherhood

"I am calling this post #honestmotherhood, brought to you by this thing I try to do called honest motherhood. It is when I share things about my life -- motherhood in particular -- that are honest and raw and occasionally unflattering and sometimes comical. To get off on the right (honest) foot, I have to admit that I ...

This Old House: A Before and After (Part One)

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 ...

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 ...

lists of five.

Hello, there. Nice to see you again so soon. Look. I am going to be straight up with you. This just happened: That's right. I wrote a post, the program stopped responding, quit and did not save my work. This is now a test for me; a test in brevity. In my original version of this post I went into the whole ...

Not enough

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 ...

Mr. Dad

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 ...

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 ...

a squeeze kiss and ice cream trucks.

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 ...