Mental health

Special Needs Parenting is Exhausting…and I’m Really Tired

He’s become quite the Houdini lately with taking off his diapers—despite them being duck-taped for better security. And his most recent escape was from a diaper full of poop. This is why special needs parenting is emotionally and physically exhausting.

I Got Divorced and I Have No Regrets

By the time my divorce was over, I didn’t feel the huge sense of loss I expected would come with losing someone in your life in that way.

Divorce and Panic Attacks: True Story

I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.

I’ll Keep Watching

My mom was the type of woman who exuded class. She got up every morning and went through the ritual of “getting ready” even when we had no plans to leave the house.

I’ve Dropped the Weight

I’ve dropped the weight. My belly looks lumpy and is the antithesis of flat. But I’ve dropped the weight that matters.

When It Hits Close to Home

This one felt different. It was closer to home than ever before. This time, my children are old enough to see the news and ask questions.

Special Needs Parenting is Exhausting…and I’m Really Tired

He’s become quite the Houdini lately with taking off his diapers—despite them being duck-taped for better security. And his most recent escape was from a diaper full of poop. This is why special needs parenting is emotionally and physically exhausting.

I Got Divorced and I Have No Regrets

By the time my divorce was over, I didn’t feel the huge sense of loss I expected would come with losing someone in your life in that way.

Divorce and Panic Attacks: True Story

I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.

I’ll Keep Watching

My mom was the type of woman who exuded class. She got up every morning and went through the ritual of “getting ready” even when we had no plans to leave the house.

I’ve Dropped the Weight

I’ve dropped the weight. My belly looks lumpy and is the antithesis of flat. But I’ve dropped the weight that matters.

When It Hits Close to Home

This one felt different. It was closer to home than ever before. This time, my children are old enough to see the news and ask questions.