Dear Adam.

Dear Adam, I gave my son your teddy bear. I’ve written this letter to you a dozen times by now. Each time, it’s a little different. Each time, it still hurts my heart. I had a baby boy. He’s not really my baby anymore, though. He’s grown into such a little boy this past summer. […]

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Self-care and Guilt.

We’ve all seen going around social media, or maybe even have heard a friend or loved one say: “Self-care isn’t selfish.” While that may be the case. We really do need to take care of ourselves in order to be the best person we can be for our partners, children, other family members and friends […]

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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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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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It’s a Stitch Fix win!

Through the kindness and generosity of family during that holiday we call Christmas, I was gifted money towards my next fix. No, not drugs, we’re talking clothes here. Although now that I’m a few fixes in, I can easily say that yes, I am addicted to that pretty greenish circle arriving on my doorstep with pretties […]

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