Parenthood: Working on brave.

The other morning, strapping my son in and tucking his blanket around him in his seat because the air is crisp in the mornings now, he thanked me. My two and a half year old thanked me for performing something so basic for him because he was unable to do it himself. Along our morning […]

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Parenthood: Time is fleeting.

In a world that is growing in its lack of compassion and love, I’m fighting to show my son what it means to hang on to those two very important things. He holds a hand on my wrist as if to tell me, even long after he has fallen asleep: “Mommy, don’t go.” I have […]

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Parenthood: Finding the light and color again.

Seeing the world through my son’s eyes has brought a vibrancy back into my own world. His world is still full of bright, fun, splashy colors. His heart doesn’t understand or know heartbreak. He hasn’t experienced loss. Hate. Pain that is outside of physical. He hasn’t been wronged or cheated in his life yet. He […]

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Medal Monday: Running to the Solstice.

Since the road races around here don’t give out medals… can I still call this a Medal Monday? …Rolling the stroller with my son in it up to the back of the pack, readying for takeoff, I didn’t have a game plan. I never do when I’m competing in any way. My plan develops as […]

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Transformation Thursday: A Yogi and so much more.

The app TimeHop reminded me the other day that it has officially been two years since I fully began the journey into yoga. Yes, I “yoga’d” before. Yes, I did it far more regularly in the second half of my pregnancy. But really, it wasn’t until I had my first flow at the mat, my […]

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“Hello”, Tasty Tuesday.

I’ve fallen off the wagon. I’ve taken a tumble out of my seat and right over the side of the wagon, hitting the ground as that wagon keeps rolling on by. What wagon have I fallen off of? Well… a few to be honest here. Blogging for starters. The small amount of time I have […]

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My body on display: Society’s “standard of postpartum”.

I’ve read a few blog posts lately, and have seen several posts pop up over Twitter and Instagram that respond to those ugly, hateful messages that public figures see in their comments sections, or find in their inboxes target at their bodies. In an interesting twist of life events, I’ve personally had a sudden influx […]

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