I am proud to announce that I just completed my Ph.D. in self-care. Well, sort of. I went to “class” every week. There was homework and sometimes reading and oh-so-much discussion. You can’t quite call me Doctor, but I am a recent graduate – from nearly seven years in psychotherapy. At the beginning of my… Read More Commencement
Believe it or not, I am coming off one of the best summers of my life. No big trips, not much in the way of going out or dressing up or really anything Instagram-worthy other than cute kids. This year, the little things made a big impact.… Read More Five small things I did for myself this summer that made a big difference
Once upon a time, there lived a girl who loved to travel. Then she had children. The end.… Read More I took a solo overnight trip with my kids, and all I got was this lousy blog post
Hey there, remember me? I used to write for this blog? The last post I worked on but never managed to finish was titled, “How do I do it? I don’t.” It was going to be about the fact that people always look at me – sweaty, scattered, overwhelmed – and sympathetically declare, “I don’t… Read More Tapping back in
5:30 am: First alarm. 5:35: Second alarm. 5:40: Third alarm. My phone flashes a message I programmed: GET UP YOU ARE RUNNING LATE. I roll over and enjoy the warmth of my three-year-old for ten more seconds. She’s been in bed with me for a week, as little sister’s transition to their shared room hasn’t… Read More A Day in the Life of a Working Mother: Emily
I was born in the early 80’s, which was a very unfortunate time to be a person with flat hair. I wanted a perm SO BAD, and my parents’ refusal to get me one was probably one of their best parenting decisions ever. So I went through tons of hair spray, slept regularly in foam… Read More Hair Chronicles
Last weekend, I cleaned out my closet. I am a person who definitely revels in getting rid of things, and at the end of a purge like that one, there is usually a nice empty spot left over. Not this time. At 13 months postpartum, I have two wardrobes now – one for me and… Read More Giving up on the old me
Upstairs in my bedroom behind the always-open closet door sits one of my prized possessions. It is an art print on canvas of a mother nursing a baby. This thing has been through a lot – I would venture to call it “weathered.” Over-stretched, it looks like a pair of wrinkled khakis under the glass.… Read More The day my PPD came full circle
Fact: nine out of ten baby’s-first-birthday posts on social media make me roll my eyes so hard that I end up temporarily blind. You know what I’m talking about. All the cheesy stuff about how incredible the year has been, how thankful they are for every moment, how quickly it has all gone by, how… Read More Confession of a Working Mother: I Hate the Baby Stage
Dear Santa, Hi! How are you? I am fine. My name is Emily. I am 34 years old. I hope you will find our house. It’s the pretty white one with all the screaming. There are also several rotting pumpkins on the lawn that I kicked off the front steps in an unsuccessful attempt to… Read More A Mom’s Letter to Santa
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