Kristi Pahr

I have a confession to make. Target, meh. I’m just not that into it.

2016 sucked. If we can’t agree on anything else, I think we can all agree on at least that much.

I’m not a TV person. I used to be, but not so much anymore.

Once your doctor or midwife has cleared you for sex and you’re feeling ready to get back in the saddle, so to speak, there are a few things you’ll need to mentally prep yourself for.

My version of self-care is a little less “best life” and a little more “no life”, but it works for me.

As a mother of boys, I find this trend disturbing. Yes, we need to build up our girls. We need to empower them and teach them that they are capable and viable and powerful — that they are smart and that they matter. But we cannot devalue our boys in the process.

Things as simple as a missed call from an unknown number or someone knocking on your door put me into straight up fight or flight. I really do hide from people who come to my door. Real talk, I have gotten on my hands and knees below a window so they wouldn’t see me. I’ve even hidden in the closet. I know. Whacko.