I am so excited to share with you all that a piece I wrote, 'Seven Things Nobody Tells You About Miscarriage" has been published on Mommyish.com! They are all about sharing the day-to-day truths related to 'parenting imperfect'--what better home for some truth-telling about miscarriage than their site? (Plus Mommyish loves listicles--even listicles about miscarriage despite the fact my husband thinks it is creepy. Plus they appreciate my love of animated gifs. My piece even includes a gif from Jane the Virgin! AND LIZ LEMON IN A SNUGGIE.)
I was going to write about grief but even I am tired of writing about grief. I know, you probably didn't think it was possible. I gotta say you all are pretty awesome for hanging with me. I often astound myself by how much I can write about it. (I mean hello it is why I started… Continue reading I’ve officially tired of writing about grief. P.s. Caillou has FAILED me.
I don't want to brag or anything but yesterday I vacuumed my floor and I thought about dusting a few surfaces. And I bathed my child. But then she put brown marker all over her legs because she apparently wants "faces of her daddy" on her upper thigh. Which would be sweet but shit now it looks like… Continue reading To Every Thing There is a (Lizard) Season
This is a story about muffin tops, intentions, art, and rainbows. Yes, those muffin tops. The kind you jiggle in front of the mirror and make scrunched up faces at. I had a conversation with mine recently. I said, what gives little muffin top? I am doing yoga and swimming almost daily -- which is wonderful… Continue reading The Rainbow
The post I am going to share with you today --I wrote part of it six months ago but never published it. It turns out that was because I was meant to share it with you today. I've been blogging about my healing journey from grief. In fact, this blog was born from grief. On… Continue reading Part III: Then it Will Become Buoyant and Light. (My healing journey after loss.)
Nobody is looking at my upper arms. Nobody is tracking their girth or tone. And yet lately I find myself at times scowling at them, sighing and fretting about the state of my triceps. I am typically at peace with my body. I do my best to practice self-love and compassion when it comes to my body image.… Continue reading Changing the Script
Officially the most awkward listicle ever written.
The first dream was two weeks ago: I am in a bus. We are nearing the place that is in the snowy hill; it is beautiful out. I look up and see these huge white cranes, morphing, dancing in the sky. I point and tell everyone but nobody seems to see them. The second dream quickly… Continue reading How Two Dreams Helped Me Cope with Pregnancy Loss