5 Ways I Finally Learned to Love Myself.
Daily practices for self-love: I spent a large portion of my life caring what other people thought. Much of my childhood was spent trying to fit in, which is probably normal. But then, suddenly, I...
Daily practices for self-love: I spent a large portion of my life caring what other people thought. Much of my childhood was spent trying to fit in, which is probably normal. But then, suddenly, I...
The gift of gratitude: The card arrives with a tiny package, and normally I would have opened that first. Instead, I gravitate to the small, dark blue box. Inside is fragile red tissue paper and...
It’s easy to be pretty. It’s easy to write, publish, and share cute, utopian thoughts and filtered photographs. It’s also easy for bloggers to post statements like “we can all be happy if we just do...
An “I love you” as you turn one: I wrote my first book for your sister before she turned a year old. I shared and bared so much that I don’t plan on publishing...
How to seize the day: I’ve unplugged a lot this week, not completely, but a lot. By “unplugged” I mean largely ignore my phone. Yes, I stopped for a few phone calls with my daughter’s...
It happened somewhere between childish toddler legs and long thighs. I noticed—almost suddenly—the way you began to articulate your thoughts in a precise manner that was no longer babyish. More, you started using phrases...
It’s easy to move through parenthood with a mental “to-do” list. To do: get child to school; feed, clothe, and bathe. To-do: pay bills, go for allergy shots, buy wine, get some sleep, exercise—in...
I realize that I’m one of the lucky mothers who has the ability to send her daughter on the school bus or drive her myself. I know, too, that I’m fortunate that she is...
We can’t outrun our diets—for a long time I didn’t want this statement to be true. But it is. We absolutely cannot outrun our diets. But what can we do? I’ve written before about how...
On rushing our children through life… A dawning sunny day and the trees outside the window where I sit writing glow orange in places from where its rising hits a few branches just right....