Little A finished breastfeeding last month, just before her 2nd birthday. Well, I say she stopped, but it was my … More
I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without my husband. There, I said it. This exhausting juggle, the … More
If only I had an extra day in the week, then I’d be able to get things done. I’d stick … More
What a perfect afternoon. An afternoon to remind me of the power of one-on-one time. Of observation and connection. Of … More
There’s this global movement in the business world called Fuckup Nights that I think is brilliant. Along with being generally hilarious, the stories tend to be quite inspiring. Largely because the people who have the humility to be able to get up in front of a crowd of people and say, “yep, I fucked up.” So how about Fuckup Nights for Parents?
I’ve been trying to write this post all week, about how being a mother has taught me not to be … More
The phrase “the type of mother I want to be” comes up for me a lot – in my writing … More