Carrie Saum

But seriously, Babywatchers. STOP IT. It’s none of your business. Commenting on a woman’s body in general without any solicitation from the woman is not only unwanted, it’s inappropriate.

Spring is fully coming to life this month.

After my husband and I were first married, we hit a rocky patch.

This is utter nonsense. There are no good or bad foods so let's stop moralizing food. Let's also stop moralizing money fitness and time!

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I do this thing that I'm really proud of: 

I eat leftovers.

This is becoming an expensive habit, but nothing really says “I love you” like homemade cookies, so I’m going with it.

Awash in the postpartum anxiety, I felt glued to the couch, unable to mobilize myself to get anything done except the bare basics of being a present.

When I turned 21, my body crashed.

The first time I ate a mushroom at Gram's summertime table (with me sporting a full coverage one piece and neon shorts, and her in a ruffled pink bikini), it was raw. All I tasted was dirt. I swore off them forever. So, she made them for dinner.