Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
Somehow, 2020 is closer to its halfway point than to its origin, and most of us have spent the springtime months staying home as the pandemic has swept across the United States. March and April feel like a blur in my memory. And while I can only share my own perspective as a doula and... Continue Reading →
Ever since I left my practice manager position last year, the job offers have continued to flow in. Headhunters leave voicemails on my phone. I receive emails almost daily. Interview invites. And I don't share this out of pride, because most of the offers interest me not at all. I mean, even the US military... Continue Reading →
While driving back from a doula client meeting this Sunday, I sat ensconced in my own thoughts, Rachel Hollis' voice reading "Girl, Wash Your Face" aloud, and a heart that kept pointing fingers at back at myself. You see, Rachel discussed her own fears and failings and she bandied about the term "workaholic". She's "recovering"... Continue Reading →
David, My soul has waited in silence for months now. And that's unusual for me, as you well know. I have always had words. Even if they aren't the right words. Or the finished words. There has always still been words. To process the joys. To whisper together in my dormitory lobby in the wake... Continue Reading →
One of the newest hashtags that David and I bandy about on a regular basis these days is "#notinourearly20sanymore." This could be used to aptly describe how exhausted we are by 8:30 pm. Or how we have both needed sudden and extensive (and expensive) dental work this summer. Or perhaps how my annual exam revealed... Continue Reading →
Darkness cloaked the world outside my in-law's house, as I rose to make a cup of coffee, rock Micah back to sleep, and open my journal for one of the first times in a year. The fans in my upstairs bedroom added a new level of white noise, as we combat the heat of July... Continue Reading →
Micah snuggles into my neck, leaving a sticky residue of pureed bananas and crumbling graham crackers on my tired shoulder. His chubby fingers intertwine themselves in my hair, and he giggles at the sensation. Abby twirls in her latest costume get-up, talking non-stop with every waking breathe. Talking and talking back. Smiling sweetly and stomping... Continue Reading →
My Sweet Abby, You have been counting down the days until your birthday. Talking about all of the sweets and pink sparkly things that you wanted. And, today, you finally turned three. Donned your pink sparkly birthday hat. Prepared to greet the world with the same enthusiasm that you have for all of life. You... Continue Reading →
Some women fear the fire. Some women simply become it. ~R.H. Sin Ever since a dear friend gifted me a beautiful print with this quote, the words have churned round and round, finding a home in the nooks and crannies of my heart. Some women become the fire... I've never felt so independent as I... Continue Reading →
My Dearest Girl, These letters are getting fewer and further between, but my moments with you grow more vibrant. More alive. More complex as your imagination and creativity soar. One of your favorite activities right now is to "float away" in a cardboard box. After emptying it of all its contents, you fill the "boat"... Continue Reading →
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