I will never let another pair of pants tell me I’m fat again. This from the mouth of my friend Rachael, as she speared another piece of perfectly roasted cauliflower off of the plate in front of us. We met for drinks, Rachael and I, and as the fathers of our children readied our kids… Read More Learning to feed my hunger
Dear Zoloft, I wasn’t sad to see you go, but saying goodbye last week stirred up some feelings for me. I know it won’t come as any surprise that I have a love-hate relationship with you. Remember how much I didn’t want you either time? And yet both times, I wound up profoundly grateful. You… Read More My thank you note to Zoloft, and some constructive criticism
My most recent doula client, Maude, had an incredible birth. She hoped to have her baby at home and labored there with grace and vigor for a day. Three hours into pushing, she made the decision to transfer to the hospital. Within an hour after getting there, she pushed her baby out to discover, much… Read More How the NICU saved and tormented our brand new family
There are moments of sweetness I can hardly describe. The kind of sweetness that aches, that wraps its tiny fingers around your heart and squeezes a little bit too hard. It’s the sweetness of endings and beginnings. Of beginnings as endings. My sister had a baby this week, and I was there. She rested her… Read More Waxing poetic about time, treasure and sisters
For some bonkers reason, pregnant women are given a due date of 40 weeks after the first day of their last period, even though the average day of arrival for first and second babies hovers around to week 41 . So, odds are that if you know a pregnant lady, it’s likely she’ll go past… Read More What to say to any pregnant woman on earth who is close to her due date
One of the hardest things about the dance I’ve been doing with my depression over the last month is that I feel like I came out the loser in some sort of competition I didn’t even know I entered. I was so hoping that this time I’d be able to set things up in just… Read More It’s not about winning or losing
One of the hardest things about the dance I’ve been doing with my depression over the last month is that I feel like I came out the loser in some sort of competition I didn’t even know I entered. I was so hoping that this time I’d be able to set things up in just… Read More It's not about winning or losing
