hueman domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home4/jwhite/public_html/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6131Have you ever tried to go to the bathroom with someone leaning on your leg? Because that’s motherhood. There are no secrets from your kids; or, rather, there are, but they are carefully concealed...
I close my eyes and listen to the sound of my breath leave my nostrils, slowly yet hastily. My heart pumps blood quickly and my throat clenches. I feel anxiety at seeing familiar faces,...
I realized that my life right now is like a ginormous game of Jenga. Let’s be clear—I don’t play Jenga. Still, I envision the way that the wooden pieces are set together in a...
Grateful heart, I roar. Infant muse, I roar. Humbled flesh, I bow. I cling to the reckless anger that I deserve to own this space; to inhabit this pre-birth giddiness and joy, regardless of...
Nope, it’s not that one. Or this one. Or even this one. Actually, it might be this: Or this: Or maybe even this: Yoga is the cessation of the fluctuations of the mind. What...
There’s something nearly ubiquitous about moms—they give you tons of advice that you proceed to ignore and then later wish you hadn’t. Moms are right quite a lot of the time, and I have...
Visit here for more of The Caged Girls. Chapter 36. She sits in bed writing what lies inside her chest. It spills out in bursts and pauses today rather than intense moments of clarity. She’s had...
Visit here for more of The Caged Girls. Chapter 33. I never liked my nose much, until I broke it. It changed and I realized that it hadn’t been half bad for basically my whole life...
This collaboration with my dear friend, soul sister and frequent writing partner Kate Bartolotta was first published by elephant journal. When Jennifer and I first started to become friends, our plans to chat were often...
Yep, it’s Wednesday, and I’m still calling this my Monday morning dirty secret spill. For one, it still kind of feels like Monday since this week has flown by and, for another, it’s my...
