Hey Grandma. Nene. Gigi. Abuela.   There are many different names you might go by, but the role you play in our hearts is the same. You cradled me in your arms many moons ago, and now I am honored to watch you cradle children of my own. Encompassing them in your soft hands, and stroking their heads with your gentle

I was in my third trimester when I switched my prenatal care from a regular obstetrician at a hospital to a midwife at a birthing center. When I excitedly exclaimed to my friends and family, at 30 weeks pregnant, that I was now planning to have an unmedicated water birth, most people looked at me like I had lost my

I think we can all unanimously agree: the holiday season is one of the most chaotic times of the year. We spend weeks rushing around in preparation: planning meals, perfecting decorations, and promptly cleaning once-neglected areas of the house before guests arrive. We willingly tidy, trim, and toil in anticipation of the magic that the month of December tends to

Breastfeeding is so many things. It can be emotional and challenging. Or even soft and blissful. But when you throw other people’s opinions into the mix of boobs and babies, it can become downright polarizing. During my first six months of breastfeeding, people were supportive, almost congratulatory, about my decision to breastfeed. “That’s great!” they would say, eager to share

Anxiety. It’s incredible how something so widespread and common can also be so elusive and misunderstood. I know I’m not alone in the fact that I suffer from this sometimes debilitating mental disorder, and yet when I look at the many faces that surround me, I can’t help but feel like an outlier. It’s as if everyone has it figured

I’m going to let you in on a dirty little secret. My daughter doesn’t really play with her toys. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes she’ll pull them out of her toy basket, one by one, and spew them around the living room, but she doesn’t actually play with them. Now maybe my daughter is just a specific breed of human-child

In my experience, the first 12-months of nursing your new baby is full of endless snuggles, watching their sweet face twitch in satisfaction, and reaching for your nipple balm… again. But like all things baby, the inevitable descent into toddlerhood changes everything. My biggest lesson in parenting thus far has been; right when you think you’ve got the hang of

I want to preface this article by saying that this piece might not be for you. To all my athletes, people with allergies, restricted diets for ethical or religious reasons, and health conditions that require dietary changes; you got this. We support you. Keep going. But this article is intended for a different crowd. This article is for the woman

I cooked an Ageless Oxygen pack today.  You know, that little plastic package with the words “DO NOT EAT” plastered across the front that you find in bags of beef jerky? Not the harmless silica kind either, the ones with potentially toxic elemental iron. Yup. I slow-cooked one for five hours.  My day began like any other. I woke up