I’ve always had it in my head that to have a big change in perception/habit/personality it had to be preceded by a monumental “a-ha” moment; something huge that slaps you in the face with the brute force of its clarity and resonance. But if there’s anything I’ve learned in the last year it’s that the… Continue reading What Self Love Looks Like
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It’s Not Your Job
Have you ever taken on a job that wasn’t even yours to accept? A job you subconsciously started? A job you didn’t get paid for? I have. I have taken on so many jobs that weren’t mine and instead of being paid for it, I ended up the one paying for it later. I took… Continue reading It’s Not Your Job
Permission Granted
My husband and I had our first getaway since having our third child who’s now one. It was a long time coming and boy, did we need it. A third kid during a pandemic year and we needed alone time desperately. We arrived at our destination and immediately I found myself anxious. What do we… Continue reading Permission Granted
You Don’t Have To Respond To This
A friend has freakishly lost her hearing. Another friend is prepping for IVF. Another, her brother’s in jail. One mama is struggling adjusting to two kids in a year of lockdown and isolation. Too many friends mental health is failing. So what can you do about it? I’m a fixer and a helper. Many of… Continue reading You Don’t Have To Respond To This
You’re Her Mother
I don’t post about parenting very often because frankly, I doubt myself constantly. With three kids with three very different personalities, I’m barely holding my head above water most days but something happened the other day that holds a very valuable lesson for us parents. Last week was Picture Day at school. My oldest was… Continue reading You’re Her Mother
Sometimes Later Never Comes
*names have been changed. There’s a door opening in my world right now and I am petrified. I am scared of failing, of upsetting others, of realizing I’m not cut out for this new world I’m about to enter. I’m a cocktail of nervous excitement, petrified fear, buzzing electricity and wavering doubts. I am… Continue reading Sometimes Later Never Comes
Then The Tears Come: A Lesson in Tragedy, Perspective and Love
My husband tells me I’m surrounded by tragedy. I know too many people who’ve faced terrible circumstances. I laugh him off: I run a fertility charity, of course I know tragedy. I know tragedy intimately both from my own life’s journey (and those I love) and because I am the type of person people want… Continue reading Then The Tears Come: A Lesson in Tragedy, Perspective and Love
Healing Generational Trauma
I’ve been hesitant to share this story, partially because it’s ongoing but mostly because it’s not fully my story to share. But it’s a story of generational trauma and family and unconditional love: things every single one of us can relate to in some way or another. It’s a story that has affected me my… Continue reading Healing Generational Trauma
Am I Worthy of Being Their Mom?
I posted a thirty week baby bump picture on my Instagram yesterday and the response I received both public and private have been overwhelming to say the least. It is an enormous relief to know that I’m not alone in my parenting fears. You see, I wanted a second baby so badly that I was… Continue reading Am I Worthy of Being Their Mom?
My Past Doesn’t Define Me. It Inspires Me.
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.
What We Don't Do 