If I have to decide what we’re having for dinner one more night this week, I am going to lose my mind.  Every few weeks, this becomes my most pressing and urgent need: to not have to make one more decision. And while at first I thought this must just be a “me problem,” it turns out it’s a psychological

Sometimes I get caught up in the highlight reel that is social media. There’s nothing wrong with it–the perfectly posed, filtered, aesthetically-curated photos proudly displayed front and center on any given mom’s instagram grid. I’ve got those pictures, too, and I treasure them.  I like that those moments are captured–when my kids’ outfits are matching, and a professional photographer somehow

I felt like my baby stole my sanity the instant she was born. I used to be a list-making, task-crushing, organized, and focused productivity machine. I was efficient, nothing slipped through the cracks. Now that I am a mom, if I brush my teeth and put on clothes that I didn’t wear the day before, it’s pretty much a win.

The moment my second child was born and placed in my arms, I recognized that familiar full tidal wave of all-encompassing love washing over me. There was that same exhilarating moment of this brand new life being placed in my arms.  There he was: that face I had spent 9 long months dreaming of. The feeling that I could spend

I was 15 days postpartum and an hour away from meeting up with a friend for the first time since having my son when I felt the panic rising inside me.  “I have nothing to wear,” I told my husband as I held back tears, frantically searching my unorganized closet for anything other than one of my husband’s oversized t-shirts. 

I’d like to tell my dad that there are really two definitions of a father. There is a father: a biological, DNA-dictated parent of a child.  And then, on the other hand, there is a dad: someone who drives you home after your tonsils are taken out, one hand on the steering wheel and the other rubbing your back as

I tensed up as I saw my toddler reach out and shove her baby sister to the ground. My normally mild-mannered child had an unexpected burst of aggression trying to protect a castle she just built, and her sister had a bloody lip to show for it. I picked up the baby and held her close, as my brain ran

I sat bleary-eyed one morning at the kitchen table after being up with my two-month-old ten times the previous night. I was at the end of my rope and guzzling coffee in hopes that I might get a little burst of energy to survive the day caring for my hyper toddler and clingy baby. Just then the baby started crying

Being thrust into the throes of motherhood can be jarring. Whereas in your previous life you may have completed a workout, eaten breakfast, commuted to a paid job, and caught up on your inbox all before 9am…as a new mom you’re lucky if you get showered and dressed before dinner. Feeling like you’re driving the struggle bus? You’re not alone. 

The world is starting to reopen and people are slowly creeping out from behind closed doors. While it might seem natural for most people to want to go out and interact with one another, many parents who have been cooped up for the greater part of their children’s lives may find this task somewhat daunting.   As a mother and an