I’m still figuring out how to do life somewhere between these sunscreen lathered and wind-styled extremes...the planned and the purposeful versus the spontaneous and simple joy-soaked.
I came through the door to find Justin camped out on the couch watching the “Becoming Gordon Ramsay” series on Netflix. He patted the cushion beside him, inviting me to…
There was a time I didn’t understand the sharing of birth stories. They felt incredibly intimate, and I’d always been raised modestly. I didn’t think any woman should want to…
It feels surreal to type the words “third time mom” into that heading above. Can that be real? Am I really old enough- mature enough- to have now had three…
My eyes swelled with tears as I read her text: “I just can’t believe this is my life, Nicole.” How many times before had I sobbed with those same words…
