Tag Archives: Herstory

The Anarchist and The Artist

In my teenager’s eyes, he was beautiful. Billy was a leather jacket-wearing musician with unruly dark hair that was as rebellious as his nature. His piercing blue eyes and his grin that was both seductive and mischievous made him every girl’s ideal bad boy.  But the thing was, his heart was pure. He was the type […]

I have a Mom Bag. And other new realizations about motherhood.

I have a Mom Bag. Inside you may find: Extra clothes for the baby, because blowouts. Extra clothes for me, because blowouts of epic proportions. Snacks for the baby. Snacks for me, because once a baby starts eating solids it becomes a quantum physics lesson to balance their appetites, teething status, nap schedule vs eating […]

BabyZ – The Birth Recap

Six short days after I last wrote, ohhhhh about 10 weeks ago, BabyZ made his appearance. Since his arrival, we have been neck-deep in jaundice scares, poopy diapers, breastfeeding struggles, visitors, not sleeping and falling absolutely in love with this little piece of perfection. It was midnight on Tuesday, October 13th when my water broke. […]