In a flash, my daughter was back on her feet and just a few steps forward, she was letting herself sink into the snow once more. “I love this, mama! I’m so good at falling!”
I’ve built my life from ashes, and I’ve filled it with intentional kindness and trust. My parents stole yesterday. I won’t let them take tomorrow.
Knowing a few compulsive liars over the course of my life has taught me some things. Living during Trump’s presidency has reinforced them.
I smiled and walked out the door, choosing myself over a guy, choosing my business over a person who wanted me to be someone I no longer was.
Being vulnerable enough to get into a relationship is a win — is it helpful to think of the experience we gain intimately relating to another as a failure?
By learning from my husband what confident parenting looks like, I can foster confidence in hands-on parenting. I'm teaching my child what I never learned.
Talking with our kids about tragedy will never be easy, but it will always be important.
By the time he was two, I was ready to give him to my sister-in-law.
If you're brave enough to take the DIY Brazilian plunge, these tips are a must-read. As in, tip #6: It hurts, but not more than having a baby. Good to know.
Listen more than you talk. This is going to be hard for you, because you are my child and my mouth runs like a duck’s ass. Image: author.
Her birth turned my life upside down in the very best way a tiny human can; and through her, I’ve learned some of the most profound life lessons.
By “profound lessons,” I mean, “I have fucked up a lot of times.”