Author: Kate Street

It all started this winter when I started unsubscribing from email lists. I didn’t plan it, it just felt right. It became a bit addicting ~ with every email I’d receive I’d go to the bottom of the page and joyfully click “unsubscribe.”  It felt similar to the physical purging I engaged in when decluttering

So, I’m not always confident about this parenting thing, but one thing I am confident about is my decision to not teach my kids to fear food.   That means I don’t differentiate to my kids what foods are “good” or “bad” or “healthy” and “unhealthy.” One of my catch-phrases is “Any food eaten with joy

When people first hear that I had an unassisted home-birth (three of them, actually) they always say things like “Wow, that was really brave,” or “That must have taken a lot of courage.” I can see their point, as doing something so outside the norm of our culturally accepted practices can seem very scary. But

So, here’s the thing. When I met my husband 17 years ago he very quickly became my leading man. We both had these BIG energies ~ we were both determined, ambitious, and both could do whatever we put our minds to. In one of my very first love notes to him I wrote “I think

I’m not the typical Mother. Well, maybe I am and I just don’t know it. Maybe others feel this way and just don’t talk about it. The thing is… I’m uninterested. And I don’t mean I’m uninterested in my children themselves, I’m simply uninterested in parenting the way society tells me I’m supposed to.  If

Nah, I’m not talking about faking the big O (though I may talk about about that in a later post.). I’m talking about a new life strategy I created for myself. You see, I’ve been in sort of a rut for the past two weeks   months years. Yes, a two-year rut. I don’t berate myself for it.

I’ve been spending a lot of time lately with a certain beautiful, insightful, playful and fun-loving five year old girl.  She loves horses and cats, she loves music and dancing, she enjoys drawing and solving puzzles. Her favorite foods are pizza and tacos. She also has one magical trait that not many people have ~

I’m feeling the need to unleash some True Confessions. Doing so always helps me take myself less seriously, and I could sure use that right now. So, without further ado: * I take myself too seriously. Or as my husband says “I give too much weight to things.” Not all things, but some things ~

Last week when I wrote about choosing unassisted homebirth as my defining parenting moment it made me recall all the questions people would usually ask me when first learning about my unconventional decision. I think answering questions such as these are important as it demystifys unassisted birth as something that is simply fringe, crazy, and/or

Almost 10 years ago I gave birth to my first son. It was a 17 hour labor that I spent (mostly) by myself in our little bathroom surrounded by candle-light and fresh flowers. At one point, probably about 14 hours in, I remember thinking “I’m so glad there isn’t a doctor or midwife here as