Two years ago, my parents sold my childhood home. Two years ago, I said goodbye to the house where I slept for more than 20 years, where I learned to ride my bike, had countless sleepovers, and suffered my first … Continue reading
118. That was the number on the scale just before I realized I needed help. 118 pounds. It’s really not that small of a number, especially when you stand at only five foot four. In fact, 118 pounds put me … Continue reading
Another negative pregnancy test. Another period. Another cycle begins. Another hope for a child ends. I mourn my loss quietly in the bathroom, stifling my sobs so I don’t wake up my husband in the next room. When I am … Continue reading
To all the friends I’ve lost since becoming a mother: I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t a better friend. I’m sorry I haven’t reached out to you in months or even years. I’m sorry we don’t have the relationship we … Continue reading
Baby girl, you are so incredibly beautiful. So delicate. So beautifully breakable. And because of that, I am afraid for you. The world broke me. Like so many beautiful things in this world, I was delicate. And like so many … Continue reading
I was 26 when I got married and 27 when I gave birth to my first child. My husband and I were just slightly younger than the national average, but after having already watched most of my friends get married … Continue reading
I don’t think I realized how much a gift it was to stay at home and raise your children until I had the chance to do it myself. My mother stayed at home with my siblings and me while my … Continue reading
I was still pregnant the first time someone asked if I was done having kids since we had a boy already and a girl on the way. I’ve had people assume this several times since then, and it still gets … Continue reading
