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

I was a summer baby, and three of my four kids were born in the warmer months. I have never gotten over the fact that summer eventually ends and turns into short, cold days for months on end. I’m from Maine, you see. “Winter” up there is a shockingly dramatic yearly lifestyle change, as well as two of the three

I think we can all unanimously agree that the postpartum period is overwhelming. From recovering from childbirth, learning your baby’s cues, tending to your other children if you have them, and running on a total lack of sleep, it can often feel like you’re moving through life in a daze. I’m honestly amazed that I remember anything from those foggy

There are days when being a mom is truly unicorns and rainbows. Maybe your baby finally slept through the night or maybe he gave you so many kisses and hugs that your heart is overflowing. Whatever the case, you are loving motherhood. Then there are the days when your child has painted your walls with all of the food he’s

I can only speak for myself, but when I think about my pre-baby life, it sometimes feels like a totally different existence. From making spontaneous, last-minute plans, going on random road trips, to bonding with my girlfriends over Sunday morning mimosas, I can confidently say that a lot has changed. My social life used to centered around doing exciting things,