Fill in the blank: Kind. Funny. Smart. Determined. Worthy. This coming Monday March 8th will mark International Women’s Day. How will you celebrate? I’ll be giving thanks to the amazing women in my life but I will also be celebrating me. In 2015, I wrote a short post dedicated to this day. I answered the age-old question, if you could tell your younger self anything, what would you say? Reflecting back on that post made me realize my ‘younger self’ Continue reading
My husband and I have been held hostage. It will be 3 years this coming April. The cavalry isn’t coming; hostage rescue has been halted
mainly only because the offender is my 2-year-old toddler, and well, she won’t leave.
Most days it feels like we’re being held captive by an unreasonable foreigner who we have a major communication barrier with (and other days, we wonder if there are a few cards missing in her deck). In other words, my toddler is absolutely insane! I’m sorry, that’s not entirely Continue reading
I’m walking down a corridor in a popular mid-town mall with a couple of my best friends when we pass an adorable baby with endless chub. Then it suddenly occurs to me- I also have one of these. I, too, am a mother. This scenario always happens when I least expect it. It’s an odd feeling, as if it only just occurred to me that I also created human life. “Someone actually let you be a mother?” is a thought that pops into my head every single time; like I needed permission to push a 10 lb. meatloaf out of my own vagina. No, there is no aptitude test for parenthood. One day you’re not a parent and the next day, well, you just are. Here is a quick synopsis of what actually happens in the process (in case you weren’t aware): Continue reading
I found out this past summer that my husband and I are expecting and it’s been a crazy rollercoaster ride ever since (also because it feels like I’ve been pregnant since 1992). I haven’t written anything in a while for a few reasons: I have very low energy and drive; a bad case of writers block and mostly, the things I wanted to write about were off limits because not everyone knew I was expecting. But today, I’m throwing caution to the wind mainly because all of my people are sick of hearing my dramatic complaints and I need another avenue to channel my peace and writing has always sorted me out.
Being pregnant, like any other life altering event, is Continue reading