Music helps me. For as long as I can remember I have sang along to my favorite songs and other tunes that I just couldn’t escape. For every major milestone in my life, I can associate a song. Certain lyrics speak to me and make me feel better; or worse depending on my mood. But…
I stood in the shower this morning and cried. I don’t know Diana. I don’t have to. What I do know is, she is the mother of two year old, Bella, she was pregnant with twins and today is suffering a pain so great and deep that it will follow her the rest of the…
My body is strong. My body carries me and my body lets me down. My limbs contort and stretch, pushing, pulling, reaching, carrying, holding. I sit cross-legged along side my energetic little boy and move cars and trains around a track, help him with puzzle pieces, locate lost toys under the couch, stack blocks and…
My Letters For You guest today is Erin of My Little Miracles. This woman is a true survivor and has a thing or two to say to prematurity in preemies and does it with only the grace and stye that a mother can. Please welcome Erin! Dear Prematurity in Babies (in particular MY baby), You…
I am 39 years old and I have: 1. Jumped out of an airplane (tandem). 2. Been on a safari in Kenya. 3. Climbed a pyramid in Egypt. 4. Gone to the airport to meet friends and family when they’ve had layovers. 5. Lent money to someone and never expected it back. 6. Drank milk…
The lights have been dimmed and the curtains drawn. There is pleasant flute music playing in the background and I smell lavender. I’m trying to quiet my mind. I feel the warmth of a heat lamp placed directly above my stomach as I lay flat on my back with a circular pillow supporting my knees….
I loved being pregnant. Every. single. minute. Of course, I had the perfect pregnancy. No morning sickness, no heart burn, no swollen ankles. It was strange, wonderful and amazing to feel and watch my body grow. And grow. And grow. At times, especially towards the end of the 40 weeks I felt HUGE, but for…
Memorial Day weekend is the official/non-official kick off to summer. Summer means lots of time spent outdoors, which translates to shorts, tank tops, flip flops and [insert shutter here] bathing suits. Like most women, I hate shopping for a new bathing suit, but with an ever changing body, Lucas’ swimming lessons and an upcoming trip…
I’m a compulsive hand washer, so I’ve always had very dry hands. My husband calls them ‘catcher’s mitts’. When I was in junior high and bit my nails to the quick, I proclaimed to my mother that I would never hold a boy’s hand because mine were so ugly and gross. She made me write…
I wouldn’t say that I have let myself go, but I wore make-up for the first time in a month this week and it got me thinking about my appearance and the fact that I’ve become a hot mess! I spend 90% of my time dressed in the stereotypical stay at home mom attire, which…
