perspective

I used to be terrified of vomit. I know. How is that for an opening line? But, listen, it’s true. I couldn’t step within…

It’s been a year. One year since I sat in the Rogers, Minnesota, Starbucks and typed out the words about being enough as a…

I learned to hate myself in childhood. I learned that I was the girl who was spit on in the hallways of the high…

Tip 1: Don’t let it drive you crazy. It’s just a to-do list. Stuff to complete. Completing the to-do list isn’t a measure of…

But so often, I just don’t. So often, I’ve kept myself quiet. Like when my oldest was a newborn and had colic. Those days…

Embrace those days. I know. Not really what you wanted to read when your house feels like chaos and the kids seem to have…