A wild life is worth living.
A lot of moms talk about being "touched out" at the end of the day. Little hands are constantly pawing at us, clinging to our legs, tugging on our clothes, climbing into our laps, and often into our beds. Personally, it doesn't bother me all that much. One of my love languages is physical touch,... Continue Reading →
I recently had to pause my medication for Crohn's Disease, and since that brief interruption I've been experiencing a slow slide into old symptoms. Compared to patients in a flare, it's absolutely nothing. For me to live fearlessly and parent on the fly, it's worrisome. What if I have an episode while I'm out with... Continue Reading →
We know that women are sensitive, weak, and too emotional to be president, right? Hear me out. We shouldn't go to war because we are too slow, too distracting, and would be too traumatized by death and destruction. And of course, women can't be trusted to make decisions about their bodies because fiddle dee dee,... Continue Reading →
About two months ago I had a partial hysterectomy. It's called a "partial" hysterectomy because the doctor took my uterus and fallopian tubes, but left my ovaries. Initially, I thought he should take the whole shebang, because the more pieces I cut out, the fewer places I will eventually get cancer (I'm nothing if not... Continue Reading →
For Lent I decided to give up harboring negative thoughts about myself and my body, since God made me and trashing his work seemed a poor plan. When I embarked on this noble journey of self-love and acceptance, I didn't know I would be having major surgery. Before my doctor recommended surgery, I was already... Continue Reading →
Imagine your body like a living room. Pictures hung on the walls, flowers in a vase, photography books arranged on a coffee table centered on a plush rug. The gentle breeze of a fan tickles the flower petals and sunlight glints off the glass in the frames. Now, imagine a hurricane blows through your home.... Continue Reading →
Today is Ash Wednesday, marking the first day of Lent -- forty days of grieving our sins and performing penance to show devotion to God. It's a little dark to be sure, and difficult to explain to our kids without sounding scary, but the season is preparation for Easter, a celebration of our absolution through... Continue Reading →
I don't really understand social media, the internet, clickbait, or anything related to these things, but I have recently been trying to post more on Instagram. It turns out it's impossible to increase your following by only using the app to look at pictures of the Kardashians. I am decidedly not great at promoting myself... Continue Reading →
Every birthing partner will make a mistake on the big day. The stakes are high, there's someone wailing and moaning in front of you, your life is about to change completely from one minute to the next. I get it, its a minefield. My grandmother was in labor for, like, ninety-seven hours I'm guessing, and... Continue Reading →
I've had my gall bladder removed, given birth three times, had a handful of colonoscopies, and given blood countless times, but I still fear regular dental visits. Everything from the x-rays to the drilling has me clinging to the ceiling. I hate the dentist with all five senses, and while having regular blood draws has... Continue Reading →
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