I am my least favorite version of myself when I am mad; I lost my cool in the car with the girls the other day. We were on the way home from daycare and running errands, and with my internal patience reserves running low, I lost it all over a noise someone was making. That’s…
don’t fear failure: one second matters
The person I have the hardest time reasoning with is myself. I can work to convince my inner self not to try for something; but when that something is genuinely is something I need, I can’t get it out of my heart. When I hear that something echoing in my head when I fall…
“in pieces” – bringing home a baby after your loss
In case you haven’t heard: it is hard to bring home a baby from the hospital. Like, really hard. Babies are the great levelers: they come into the world, take one look at everything we have made perfect, and level it to rubble. Yet, lost in a sea of dirty diapers, tears from everyone, and…
i don’t always play with my kids
We’ve heard that play is the work of childhood. It’s such a beautiful sentiment. And sometimes, if we are being honest, I feel like I mess play up. Because for kids, play is magical. It is an institution, both a verb and a noun, a language for them to process how their little selves fit into a big and changing world. I am a boring adult, restrained to the confines of schedules and taxes and knowledge of gravity. I am certain I bring my boringness to play. So why do my kids always want to play with me?
the 3 lies of multitasking
Because doing it all doesn’t make me supermom, it just makes me super tired.
“in pieces:” pregnancy after loss
Pregnancy after loss is a great paradox, laced with the highest highs and lowest lows. We grieve what was, and we grieve what was not. March is Pregnancy After Loss Awareness month. I aim to share three parts of my pregnancy after loss that I found challenging.
