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A Letter to My Husband From the Girl You Made “Mom”

Dear Husband, You probably don’t recognize me these days. You know…without my pretty face on, without my wedding dress, without that “fool-in-love” look in my eyes. Believe me, I miss her too. I haven’t forgotten the way you looked at her, and that’s what makes this hard. So much has changed. So much time has gone by. Now, there’s less...

A Story With a Rainbow at the End

When you lose a baby, there is this shadow. There is this darkness you inherit. Sometimes it fades into the background of your life, but sometimes, it does come back. When I got a positive pregnancy test on June 7th, I bit my lip hard between my teeth and held it there while I stared into the bathroom mirror. I felt...

6 Simple Ways to Cancer-Proof Your Lifestyle

A couple months ago, I tossed 21.4 pounds of personal care products in the trash. 21.4 POUNDS. And that was just personal products like lotions, shampoos, makeup removers, hair gels, deodorants, etc. After that, I went ahead and threw out kitchen, bathroom, and household cleaning products too. Add those in, and I’m sure I was close to 50 pounds of commercial products going...

Pretty in PinkBlush: How to Embrace Your “Mom-Bod” with Style [Free Giveaway]

I call it: the closet crisis. It’s that moment when you’re looking at endless outfits in horror…scanning through thousands of hangers holding styles that once were “so you,” but are now “so yesterday,” or worse, “so many years ago.” For me, this happened a few months postpartum. I was standing in front of a sea of crop tops, slim fits, outdated patterns, and...

Poem: Carrol & Dolores

This poem was written in January 2012 in honor of my Grandpa “Pete.” My grandpa died of Parkinson’s and Dementia; his wife Dolores, along with all of his children and grandchildren, took care of him for many months in his home as he slowly passed. I wrote this poem in reflection of a day I spent with him and the moments...

Cloth vs. Disposables: 10 Reasons Why You Should Cloth Diaper

I cannot tell you how many crazy looks I’ve gotten and the comments I’ve heard when people find out we’re a cloth diapering family. Eyes roll. Laughter ensues. Women look at their husbands and say, “No way, not for us; it’s too much work.” Or, “Ew that’s so gross.” “More laundry? No thanks.” “You put poop in your washing machine?” “Wait, you...

The Hospital Birth of My First – Part 3: The delivery

~ This is a continuation of Part 2 ~ I didn’t look at the needle. I knew what it looked like. Instead, I buried my head in my husband’s shirt, bent forward, and gripped his biceps with my cold, fragile hands, desperately trying to stop my body’s convulsions–convulsions from being famished, from running on 42 hours without sleep, from complete physical...