How to Practice Enlightenment.
We can only be treated like the enemy for so long before we become one. I thought this to myself as I dealt with my daughter this morning. Jealous of the new baby, she’s...
Author: Jennifer
Walking in Her Shoes: Why Different Parenting Styles Is Something to Celebrate.
I was just telling a friend that I’m more opinionated about judgmental parents than I am about parenting styles. It seems that lately I come across two handfuls of articles a day on what to...
A Love Note to the Traditional Grown-up.
I’m sitting here writing this with a baby nursing in my lap. I am no stranger to exposed breasts. I am no stranger, either, to the excitement and curiosity of new people and places...
Words Must Have Meaning.
When I was a new writer, I enjoyed stringing together beautiful words. To this day, I’ll choose a word as much as, if not more, for its sound within the sentence as for its...
Why I Fell in Love with His Smile Lines.
We were sitting at the dinner table when I first noticed the fine lines around his eyes. I noticed how they splayed from the outer corner, up to his eyebrows and down to the...
When the Party’s Over.
When the glasses are all cleared. When there are dishes to be done. When hearts have been emptied into words whispered from lips to ears. There’s a sort of let down that follows a...
I’m Sorry I Love You Too Much.
Love isn’t static. It swirls around you like balmy air sent up from the south. The wind catches your hair, and a few strands stick in the moist crease of your lips. You reach...
How Yoga Helped Me Accept That I’ll Never Have My Pre-Baby Body Back.
Don’t ever Google “post-baby body” and expect to find something uplifting. Also, I shouldn’t have Googled my weight and height, what’s “normal” weight-loss post-baby or anything else along these lines, like I did. The...
When We Must Be Okay without an Ending.
I didn’t make it to savasana today. I always finish my yoga practice—even if I clip it short, I still have some form of closure, like child’s pose, savasana or seated meditation. But today,...
People Aren’t Pictures.
My four-year-old daughter just schooled me on a puzzle. To be honest, I’m not spatially oriented at all and hate puzzles. That said, she gave me a funny look as she corrected me; putting...
