I have always enjoyed reading other women’s birth stories or looking at birth photos that capture an incredibly important, even defining moment in time. I took an even greater interest during both of my pregnancies; but, I don’t see my curiosity and admiration for the realness of women’s experiences going away anytime soon. I appreciate the camaraderie and sisterhood in shared birth experience and feel that women should have an opportunity to share their story. All births are special. All births are different. All births are worth hearing about. more “Arlo”
I remember one of my favorite grad school professors passively mentioning that all you need to do is listen and you’ll find a great writing topic—more specifically, eavesdrop. I always found the idea pretty humorous, but when I started regularly writing at my favorite coffee shop, while my three-year-old ravaged my home with his babysitter, I couldn’t help but hear the seemingly loud conversations taking place beside me. more “Evolution”
When I add a second life to the cosmos in May, I have an urge to disconnect completely—a deactivation of accounts kind of disconnection. I am consistently concerned with being present and engaged in everyday moments. I despise a group of people sitting and staring at their phones. But am I guilty of this myself at times? Of course. It’s easy for a stay-at-home mom—or anyone in the world—to take a moment to escape to your personal hook, whether it’s Facebook, Reddit, or a game. more “Presence”
My husband and I had the privilege to see Rain – A Tribute to the Beatles at the Denver Center for the Performing Arts last weekend. We had an unexpectedly amazing time that I suppose only the Beatles could induce. The group took the crowd on an adventure through time beginning with the Beatles playing the Ed Sullivan Show and ending with their phenomenal final album, Abbey Road.
We laughed, we sang, we watched the mostly older crowd smile and tear up to the tunes of an iconic group who simply claimed to “get lucky” as a band. The groups’ resemblance in physicality and sound was remarkable, and I felt incredibly lucky to be able to hear music by the Beatles played live. Even though I consider the Beatles an important part of my past—when I defined myself—I certainly couldn’t go see the real deal in concert. For this reason, we felt grateful and even more enthused than planned. more “When I’m 64”
All judgments aside, weaning a child is hard whenever you do it—whether you planned for it or let nature take its course.
My confident two-year-old still nursed when he took a nap and at bedtime. It was nature’s sedative in a way but also our routine. more “Connected”