After I had my first child and my 12 weeks of maternity leave were over, I was ready to go back to work. I ran to the stores and bought dresses in larger sizes, still not back to my original weight. I got my hair cut. I bought new shoes. I was ready. And then I...
Tomorrow is the kickoff to the #31mothers project. Each day in the month of May will feature a different woman’s story, told in her own words. I couldn’t be more honored to share the stories of these mamas with you. Motherhood is an amazing opportunity...
I found Supermom – that elusive goddess, the doer of all the things. She wasn’t where I thought she’d be. Before I became a mom, I thought I would find her on Pinterest, crafting with her children each day after serving an organic, homemade lunch. I...
I march for my daughters. …Because they deserve a future full of possibility. Because they deserve choices. Because their bodies are theirs and theirs only, and no means no. Because they deserve to live without fear: without fear of wearing what they like or of...
It is the wee hours of December 28. My children are still asleep, and the husband too. I sit in dark silence writing, the room lit only by my Christmas tree. My gaze moves across the room to the window. The still and dark of winter is pierced with a single row of...
