I take issue with the ‘modesty’ pads in sports bras. You know—those pads that sometimes are removable and keep the world at large from knowing when you’re cold.Continue Reading
You know that feeling when you wake up like a shot, mind alert, heart pounding? It’s anxiety.Continue Reading
Reconciling with my changed body is a work in progress and I have worked hard to be kind and accepting to my mid-thirty figure. Continue Reading
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.Continue Reading
It’s been over a year. It was Friday, March 6, 2020. I booked a babysitter and told Jeff we were going to happy hour. That was our last outing for months—everything shut down the following Monday.
My inner badass is in there. I’ve missed her. I pretty much have just been bad. And on some days, I’ve just been an ass. But not today.Continue Reading
“Are you about to get your period?” I think the men who ask this kind of question just have not been schooled. So, I laid it out in an easy-to-read format.Continue Reading
It’s been a rough year, and although I try to stay positive, some days I hit the pandemic wall.Continue Reading
With its cold temperatures and dark days, winter can leave you feeling down. It’s an important time to take care of yourself. Continue Reading
An anxious child worries about everything—but you don’t necessarily know that. But as a mom, it’s your job to make sure that your child is feeling safe…Continue Reading
We made it: we survived. Fifteen years married. Three kids, countless diapers, everything couples do to build a life. And we made it.Continue Reading
My children take melatonin. Every. Single. Night. We refer to their nightly doses as their “meds.” As in, “Are you ready to brush your teeth, or do you still need your meds?”Continue Reading
I must have been ten years old when I overheard an older cousin of mine say “I bet Tova will struggle with her weight her entire life, just like her mother”. I had no idea what he meant obviously—as far as I was concerned, there was nothing wrong with myContinue Reading
As our kids grow, the firsts come less frequently and the time stretched between them lengthen. We don’t celebrate the later milestones.Continue Reading
