I call BS on anyone who asserts that we must abandon our personhood for motherhood. They can and should coexist.
Christmas 2019 was my first with two kids. My baby's first christmas. It was also my beloved grandmother's last. She passed away on Christmas night. I cherished my grandmother. She saw me and knew me in a way no one else did. As a small child, I was painfully shy and being around other adults... Continue Reading →
This annual reflection forces me to slow down and gain perspective on the track I've laid in the previous year and pour gratitude into the work that has gotten me here.
Buckle up, buttercups. I've had it with the judgment, the misguided views of stay-at-home motherhood that we uphold as a society so here we go.