shake it, til ya make it.

may is mental health awareness month. every day is work on your mental health day, though. so I’ve been stretching my muscles, physically and metaphorically, to get out of the winter funk. two steps forward, a small step back, re-evaluate. these new muscles come with growing pains, to be expected. I’m carrying a little bit of sadness with…

perspective is key.

how do you explain your hard times when they are more than just a bad day but like, not a super bad day? last week was heavy but it wasn’t abnormal (for me, I guess) or unmanageable or defining of who I am. though I appreciate all the love & support, y’all are the best,…

a day in the life.

when I am asked what it is like to function, to thrive, with a laundry list of mental health variances all I can ever say is that you’d have to be me for a day. so here’s my best attempt at making that pretty…   sunday: I wanted to tell the impatient boy making lattes…

dark just means dark.

I had high hopes of using this blog as a light & healthy way to write about what is going on in my life. in the happiest and gentlest season I’ve experienced as an adult- there are plenty of joyful topics. but any one who knows me well will not be surprised to find that each post has gotten progressively…

you sleep, I sleep, we co-sleep.

at what point do the habits we create in order to survive our situation, become the very behaviors that keep us tripping over our own feet? and what happens when we see our little ones following in those same patterns? when I was about 12, I convinced myself for a whole summer that I couldn’t…

hand me another lemon.

hey life, hand me another lemon. I dare you. I’m not really sure if I’m being prepared for the life of an expert lemonade maker or if the universe is so full of sour that we all have to take on this much. but what I want to dive right into this week is how…

mama, do my thighs touch?

the first time I questioned the validity of my body, of the space it took up, I was in middle school. a boy told my best friend that she had nice legs. he said not a word to me. I sat back down at my desk watching the way my pale skin spread and covered…