To say I had a good childhood would be true...until I was 12 that is. Then shit hit the fan. To protect my family who may read this and for those who know them, I'll leave it to your imagination to understand how a young girl with a bright future chose victimhood, resentment, booze, sex… Continue reading My Past Doesn’t Define Me. It Inspires Me.
As I sit here typing this, I’m 19 weeks pregnant. I can feel this little bean moving around now and my husband has felt her/him kick twice. My breasts are bigger and tender. I’m still nauseous and eating is a struggle to keep the food down. I’m emotional and weep at most movies, regardless of… Continue reading I’m Guilty of Feeling Scared to Be a Mom to a Second Baby
I’ve always been acutely aware of people’s hesitation to ask for help especially among mothers. There’s this weird pride that seems to come forward when facing the beautiful truth that sometimes we just can’t do it all. But recently, I’ve really noticed the shame that seems to accompany needing help. When are women (and specifically… Continue reading The Beauty in Asking for Help