humor, motherhood

She’s got the moves like Jagger (or maybe not . . .)

I’d like to think that the truck full of young males headed to a landscaping job, sitting idle next to me at a stoplight, were cracking up at my dance moves because they were wowed by them and impressed by this forty-something’s swagger. But I’m pretty sure they thought I looked like Elaine from Seinfeld.… Continue reading She’s got the moves like Jagger (or maybe not . . .)

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gratitude, infertility

I’d like to thank all the Sarahs . . .

I think it's time to forgive all the Sarahs. Heck, not just forgive them -- thank them! They were doing the best they could. They had lessons to learn! I couldn't be who I am today without them. Wait, this is sounding like an acceptance speech . . . "I'd like to thank the academy,… Continue reading I’d like to thank all the Sarahs . . .

infertility, truth

Vitality is Your Birthright

To accept vitality as your birthright means to accept that these states of being matter in the first place. That joy matters. That how you are is as important as what you do. Like most people I didn't arrive to these lessons through sitting in the light.

gratitude, sisterhood

Rules for a sisters-only getaway

1. Stay up late ranking the names of Kim Kardashian's children, from least awful to most awful. (In case you are curious: North (but go by Nori, obv), Saint, and poor lil' Chicago is last.) 2. Sleep in late and eat kettle corn and coffee for breakfast. (Doubles as a colon cleanse?! Lol) 3. Chuckle… Continue reading Rules for a sisters-only getaway