Being a working mom is hard. In a world that tells women that we can do and have it all (and yes, we can), we often feel pressured to perform flawlessly at work, then return home to resume our roles as Pinterest-perfect moms. Some days, we nail this delicate balance and feel empowered in every aspect of our lives. But

I remember my mother telling my 6-year-old self that she loved my sister and me “the same amount, but differently.” I’m just now beginning to comprehend the bittersweet truth in those words as I watch each child grow, like many types of flowers in the same garden, each requiring different care and watering. My first baby is nearly halfway to

Plus sized-model and all-around bombshell Ashley Graham and her husband Justin Ervin recently welcomed their son, Isaac Menelik Giovanni Ervin, into the world on January 18th, 2020, in an intimate home birth setting. Graham, who is no stranger to sharing her life online, soon took to social media to share her experiences regarding child-birth, postpartum and breastfeeding with her 10.3+

Walking slowly while wearing supportive mesh-underwear. Shuffling your feet quietly in the middle of the night as to not wake your sleeping baby. Flinching in discomfort while straining on the toilet. It’s a scene that millions of mothers across America can relate to, and yet it was banned from being aired during the Oscars. Fridababy, the company best known for

I’m not exactly well-versed in the history of this holiday, but Valentine’s Day seems to be all about grand gestures. Giant teddy bears, chocolate-covered strawberries, three-course candlelit dinners, bubble baths with champagne, and king-sized beds covered in rose petals. But my Valentine doesn’t do any of those things for me. Sure, my Valentines in the past might have splurged on

If you haven’t already read my brief birth story, let me fill you in. I transferred to a birthing-center during the third trimester of my pregnancy, where I planned to have a water birth with the assistance of my wonderful midwives. The birthing center I chose had a special promotion at the time, in which they provided their moms-to-be with

Note: This article was written pre-pandemic. With that being said, this subject seems more relevant now than ever.  Let me preface this article by saying that my husband is the bomb. He has always been nothing but supportive of me and my transition into motherhood and has never given me a hard time over dirty dishes or unwashed laundry. He

I have what you might call a “good sleeper.” Yes, I know that sleep is developmental, and I think that society’s obsession over how much a baby sleeps is a little asinine, but I can’t help it. On most days, my daughter will go down for a three-hour nap. Three. Freaking. Hours. Let me break that down for you in

My ideal vacation is leisurely and relaxing. Sleeping in until my internal clock tells me it’s time to rise. Relishing a cup of coffee in the sun. Eating a slow, savory breakfast. And reading a good book on the beach, only to be interrupted by the occasional call of the ocean to submerge myself in its salty goodness. Please note

I’m a foster mother.  What this means is that there are so many unknowns in my life that are unique to my motherhood journey, things that are present only in my foster parent experience, that never presented themselves in my biological motherhood experience. And I think a lot about how I could certainly frame a lot of these things as