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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Battle of the face. #ThanksalotPCOS

If I could go back and do anything over in my adult life, it would be being more determined at finding a skin care routine that works for my face. Instead? I just settled, bounced around, for years. Because of my PCOS, my early adult years were suddenly plagued with breakouts. My teen years? Beautiful […]

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A letter to myself.

1:09 a.m. It wasn’t my son keeping me awake. It was myself. The past few months have been hard. I’ve been struggling internally with the idea of a second child. And it’s been shockingly more painful to have on my mind than having my first was. I wasn’t the kind of woman born knowing I […]

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