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

Ahhhh the holidays. For me, the “ber” months always conjure up images of hot coco, fun holiday traditions, and watching the little ones unwrap presents by the Christmas tree. That is, until Karen chimes in with the, “Five Saturdays until Christmas!” reminder, and the panic sets in. So many presents to buy, so many relatives to see, and so many hours

So the other day, I was texting back-and-fourth with my mama friend, sharing some nursing advice as she struggled to get in a flow with her new baby. I’m no expert, but I have picked up a few hacks over the many months nursing my two sweet babies. These tips were helpful to her, so I thought, why not share

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

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

It’s good to have goals.  It’s great to strive for new experiences, to grow your business, run that marathon, get out of debt. But it’s NOT okay to rob yourself of the little moments that make life magical in the process. Because when it’s all said and done, those little moments, often lost in hindsight, are what make up the

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