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To my son, They say that motherhood changes you, but in truth it’s impossible to fully grasp that concept until you’ve lived through it. Looking back, I barely understand the person who existed before you. While so many parts of me are still the same (or in the very least have resurfaced), everything is deeper in a way that I never could have imagined. Things … Continue reading A Letter to My Son, On Mother’s Day
But here’s the thing, mommas. You’re here. This is your life. It is too late (in the best way possible, I pinky promise). And no, your family will never, ever, not even for a solitary moment, be better off without you. They need you. And right now, you really need them. Especially that new little baby of yours. Continue reading We Are Motherhood: I am the face of postpartum depression
Lately it feels like we’re always in a rush to get to the finish line, and that the process of getting there is just that – what we need to get there. Nothing more, nothing less. Something to rush through, because wow, won’t it be amazing once we get “there”. Continue reading The Beauty is in the Blooming
Because, as my good friend told me today, silence is signing off. And I refuse to sign off on the things that I know, in my heart, are wrong. Continue reading Why We Have to Say It.
Letters are a part of our personal history, and it was time for that part of my history to include action. Continue reading Now is the Time to Write What Matters.
