It’s Just 15 Minutes to a Grown-Up, but Not to Kids.
She sits in my lap and we read this same book three times in a row. Each time we finish it, she says, “Again.” My throat feels dry. My head aches dully. I want...
She sits in my lap and we read this same book three times in a row. Each time we finish it, she says, “Again.” My throat feels dry. My head aches dully. I want...
The makings of a mommy timeout: It’s difficult for me to embrace time to myself unless it’s productive. There are things that I do that I don’t feel as guilty for doing by myself—exercise,...
It’s one of those weekends where my soul feels deeply the need to recharge and replenish. My skin feels thirsty for the sun’s warm kisses, my face hungry for touches from my husband’s hands,...
I’m outstretched in pigeon pose. My back leg is long as I curl my toes under and wiggle my knee in, more towards the center of my sticky purple yoga mat. My front leg...