It’s that time of year when everyone is posting about treating their bodies differently from the year before, finally going to the gym, and all the weight talk that surrounds January. It can be a really hard time of year when your body has grown a baby and you are feeding that baby with your body, because so many people

Ah yes, it’s the most wonderful time of the year —  a time of breathless wonder, if by breathless we mean staggering heaving breathless through the airport in hopes of making it through TSA with the kids and baby and then breathlessly taking off into the air while hoping and praying and crossing your fingers that putting that baby on

After I gave birth to my daughter, I didn’t feel like I’d write anything ever again. As a writer, this was particularly scary! It wasn’t that I was too tired to write (though I was certainly very tired), or that having a baby made me prioritize the baby over writing projects (though babies can be all-consuming, especially in those first

Dearest reader, I have a confession: I may look like a granola mom. I may stand in line at the health nut trendy organic grocery store where all the men have goatees with bells and ribbons braided into them like festival goats, and all the women have septum piercings and tattoos way cooler than mine, specifically holding granola. I may

Sometimes at the end of a weekend, my husband and I will sit down after the children are finally in bed and simply stare at each other in profound exhaustion and confusion. “How can they be so tiring?” one of us will ask, and the other will shake their head mutely. “I don’t know. It’s just — they’re so little,

If someone suggests you go as a pumpkin because you still look pregnant because bodies are bodies and not spring-right-back-into-place elastic, you have permission to never speak to that person again. You, as bearer of children, have first dibs on the good stuff. If you wish to sit in the car to nap during Trunk or Treat, you absolutely get

Sometimes, I wish I had the body I had before I had kids. The body that wasn’t tired, the body that wasn’t so full, the body that was happy to do so much more.  “You need to exercise more!” I have heard time and time again, but the truth is, I can’t figure out when to do it.  The gym’s

Dear Abby, Help! We had a date night that involved the kids going to sleep over at their grandma’s house, and now we’re here lying in bed at a LUXURIOUS 8AM on a Saturday with nothing but the tinkling mews of the cats to gently awaken us from our reverie. You see, normally, our eldest (5) will bounce into our

We all have those names nestled deep in our souls — the names we thought we’d use, but for whatever reason, didn’t, or won’t. This is a place to share them, if you want, or honor them as little names that, while never used by you, are nonetheless loved. Use them if you want, share your own for others to