The parking lot at the park we frequent is quite small. This morning, a truck was parked halfway on the grass. The guy who takes care of the park marched around asking all the parents if it was their truck. I was glad it wasn’t mine because I hate confrontation and feel especially vulnerable when… Read More Neat Little Boxes
I remember the first time that one of my kids ever told me about a dream they’d had. He was 4 years old. It was the middle of the night. He woke me up, crying because the villan from the movie, Free Birds was chasing him. I don’t know why Disney and Pixar and whoever… Read More Nice Privates
Let me share one of the lovely things that has happened to my body since it has been home to 4 babies in 7 years. If you are squeamish, stop reading. In order for your stomach to expand to accommodate those little lovelies, your stomach muscles separate. This is called diastasis recti. I have heard… Read More Just Breathe
Are you familiar with Game of Thrones? or GOT as us nerds call it? Well, just in case you aren’t, let me give you a very brief synopsis relative to what I want to share today. Daenerys Targaryen, the rightful queen of the Seven Kingdoms has been in exile in Westeros her entire life. Her… Read More Is He Ruggedly Handsome?
“I hated having a body at all. My body made it impossible for me to succeed at being a girl. The universe had presented me with some very obvious rules for femaleness: Be small and quiet and wispy and stoic and light and smooth and don’t fart or bleed or bloat or tire or hunger… Read More Raising Girls in a Broken World
We’ve been in hurricane prep mode here for about 5 days, though it appears that we are mostly in the clear. School was canceled for three days and the surf has been good, or at least promising. All of this goes to say that my kids are home and my husband is not. The weather… Read More Wild and Free
Always remember there was nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name. -Avett Brothers, ironically from a song called “Murdered in the City” that brings tears to my eyes every time I hear it. #TRUTH Friday night Luke and I climbed into bed at about 9pm (yep, we’re ragers). We were… Read More Sleep and Gratitude
Intuition. Inner voice. God speaking. Whatever it means to you. I used to trust it and rely on it. I can remember many times in high school and college that I would get a bad feeling about a party I was at, or a person I was talking to or a street I was about… Read More Intuition