As I sit down to write this blog, my five-year-old daughter is beginning her gymnastics class at our local rec center. I watch them warm up and I can’t help but wonder if she’s in the right class. Most of the girls are much taller and older than her. But she’s...
My name is Heidi Ganahl. A lot of folks know me as an entrepreneur and the founder of Camp Bow Wow, or more recently, Regent-At-Large at The University of Colorado. But most people don’t know that along with my passion for dogs, I have a driving passion for my...
I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I had a beautiful, happy baby boy. I had a husband who doted on us (and did the dishes diligently). My parents had rented an apartment across the street to help take care of Rho and me. I had just inked a book deal and was...
We sat in a crowded hospital cafeteria, sleep-deprived and terrified. We couldn’t eat. We could barely think. “Do you think she could die?” I asked him. My stoic husband answered with the slightest head nod, and I could no longer contain my grief. After weeks of no...
Motherhood has taught me that I can be counted on. I get my Sh*# done. It’s like I become a machine when I need to be, whereas before, I would sometimes sit and ponder why life was such a pain in the ass. Now I just do the thing. If it’ll truly benefit me...
1) Love. Always Love. 2) Little milestones, things others take for granted, should be celebrated BIG...because it takes MUCH longer to get there. For example, who knew that to hold an umbrella and walk could be such a challenge? Multitasking is a gift that doesn't...
As a little girl, I always thought life would be a series of steps to get to an end result, and there was always a right or a wrong. But as I aged, I started to discover that life gives us many different roads that lead to so many destinations. They say life is full...
I’ve brainwashed my almost three year old daughter into believing that all kids her age love ethnic food. I mean, it’s not really a lie. Vietnamese kids like Vietnamese food. Mexican kids like Mexican food. I don’t know why the average American kid eats like he’s...
My son Roman was born at home, in the home birth that I always wanted. He was healthy and we were elated. But a few weeks after he was born we noticed there was something wrong with his skin. It kept getting progressively worse. After two months, it was so bad that...
It has taken me 3 and a half years to write this, and I’m still panicked as I think about putting the words on the page. This is my postpartum depression story. I’ve kept it to myself because of the shame that creeps up every time I try to tell the truth of how bad it...