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Permission to Dream
For years, it was the longing that had no name, the longing that I wouldn’t allow myself to name. Denied, it took on ugly shapes. ...
Airborne
My phone pings. A text from my husband. He is back in Austin, Texas for work. He writes how good it is to be back. Austin, the pla...
Give Yourself Permission
For six warp-speed hours every week, my youngest son is in preschool. He’s been my constant companion for the last four years, so ...
What You Can Learn From Playing With Your Child
Who doesn’t love playing with an infant? We all love peek-a-boo, tickle, and chase games accompanied by bursts of giggles and laug...
With Love
Hello Mama,
Autumn has officially been ushered in with all things pumpkin-spice running rampant, school routines settling down,...
Join the Conversation
A widow, a cancer-survivor and a mother of three with only two she can hold, sing to and rock to sleep – these are the women that ...
Permission to Feel What I Feel
Small talk is a curious thing. It is often thought rude not to engage in small talk with strangers, but we rarely strengthen relat...
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I remember sitting in the butterfly pose on the gym floor of the elementary school. I was wearing a pink leotard with a floral dia...
On Telling the Stories We’re Too Afraid to Share (And How It Can Deepen Friendships- and Hope)
We met in church nursery – or at least that’s where we reconnected after a nearly two-decade hiatus. Eliza* and I had known each o...
It’s Too Dangerous to Love Myself
My story is not unlike those of countless other postpartum moms: pregnancy changed my body in ways I didn’t expect, and even once ...
When moms are resourced, when moms are elevated, when moms are educated, when moms are empowered to do what they are meant to do in the world, everyone is better because of it.