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Why I Love Watching My Girls Develop a Sister Bond I Never Had
How Childhood Divorce Shaped My Marriage and Parenting
Dealing with Gender Disappointment
What You Need to Know About Postpartum Pelvic Floor Wellness
My Boss Called Me Back To The Office A Week After Giving Birth
You Should Be in the Picture Too, Mom
To the Girl in the Baby Bump Photo
Part of the Time, Life's Mighty Good
Discovering the Natural in an Unnatural Birth
Kindling the Curiosity of an Interesting Kid
Will Your Family History Survive the Digital Dark Age
When an Old Scar Reveals a New Truth About Motherhood
A Perfect Attendance Trophy is Still a Trophy
New Traditions Born After Spending Baby's First Christmas in the Hospital
Dear Husband, I Know This Stage of Life is Hard
You Get Self-Care While the Kids Get Centered
Finding Post-Partum Support - You are Not Alone
What to Expect at a Prenatal Yoga Class
Island Interviews - 48 Hours in Sydney & Tips for Leaving the Kids at Home
Island Interviews - Couples Trip to St. Bart's
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New Traditions Born After Spending Baby’s First Christmas in the Hospital
When my first baby was born, my husband and I decided we weren’t going to travel for the holidays. She was a preemie, we were recovering NICU parents, and she was only a few months old. Plus, my husband had always been a closeted Clark Griswold, and wanted to make C...
Part of the Time, Life’s Mighty Good
Then, something miraculous happened. My dad emailed me a direct line to the past. My uncle had come across a typed essay my grandma, my new baby’s namesake, had submitted to Reader’s Digest sometime in the mid-1960s....
Discovering the Natural in an “Unnatural Birth”
I’ve never been good with blood—or pain for that matter. I’ve fainted while ripping off a Band-Aid, getting a flu shot, and reading the vampire birth scene from the third Twilight book. I was even wary of reading ahead in What to Expect When You’re Expecting during my first pregnancy because I didn’t want...
You Should Be In the Picture Too, Mom
What we often forget, as mothers, is that we are part of this captured story. Yes, our kids will treasure the photos with their siblings. They will laugh at their outfits and their awkward stages. I hope mine will smile at the memories. But where will they see their mom in the visual storybook of...
To the Girl in the Belly Bump Photo
I want to tell her so much, because six years seems like both a lifetime and a minute ago, as fresh as it is faded. I can’t tell her everything, though, she has to live it to learn it, but if I could just tell her something, I w...
When an Old Scar Reveals a New Truth About Motherhood
Most births have a “plan” and mine was fairly simple: Give me the drugs and we’ll go from there. What I never expected was my husband and I driving home from our first birthing class, imagining what lay ahead of us, and having my water suddenly break all over the passenger seat. I remember...
Will Your Family History Survive the Digital Dark Age?
Now that I have kids of my own, I feel constantly torn between living in the moment and capturing the moment. Maybe that’s just part of parenting today, but here are four ways to save the moments in your own family history. ...
Mantra for the New Mom of Two
Forging through those first sleepless nights felt like the hazing of a first time mom again. But I wasn’t a first-time mom. Through the eyes and experience of a second-time mom, I tried to remind myself that the struggle was only temporary. A line from an old Elton John song kept playing through my...
Kindling the Curiosity of an “Interesting” Kid
Cheerios, jellied cranberries and vanilla ice cream: the three food groups my little brother ate growing up. He was the third of four kids and I’m sure my mom just thought, well at least he’s eating something. This same brother of mine just got married and, as my parents described to the guests at...
My Baby Spent Her First Christmas in the Hospital with RSV
It was December 24th. We were new parents who, only an hour earlier, were debating whether or not to take our new baby to the doctor for what seemed like a bad cold. The worry about being “those parents” who overreacted was quickly replaced with new worry as we barreled towards the downtown Chicago...