Category: motherhood

  • Collective Joy

    Collective Joy

    I have been lured into the lifestyle that requires me to chauffeur my children from activity to activity. Before having children, I often wondered why parents did this. “Let the children be bored!” I demanded with my infinite childless wisdom. I was even in this boat when my first child was young and he was…

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  • Scrolling Houses On Zillow With No Moving Plans

    Scrolling Houses On Zillow With No Moving Plans

    This post contains content that may be triggering to some. For more info please click here. The time is 9:48 pm and I’ve come across the most beautiful home at the foot of a mountain in Utah in the curated list RedFin has emailed me. It has exposed brick in the kitchen, wooden beams in…

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  • Don’t Meet Your Heroes

    Don’t Meet Your Heroes

    A perk of living in one of the largest cities in the world is that a lot of other people are there too: people I idolize; people I would never meet in the little Midwest city where I grew up. I was ecstatic to discover an author I had obsessed over for years was making…

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  • Say Hi

    Say Hi

    My son is nonverbal. He’s closer to two than one in age and is the size of an average three year old closer to four in age. He’s got giant brown eyes and curly almost blonde hair. His cheeks dance a samba when he runs and his feet are what we call “cornish hens.” He’s…

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  • Dance Like Nobody’s Watching

    Dance Like Nobody’s Watching

    I discovered a love of EDM in the basement of a local concert hall. The side door entry club was cleverly called “The BASSment”. It was an all ages club that booked electronic dance music DJs. This was the early 2000’s and the term “EDM” wasn’t as popular as it is today. Club goers were…

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  • Hi, My Name Is…

    Hi, My Name Is…

    Blythe Baird in her book, “If My Body Could Speak,” writes  “I used to find empowerment in labels, Now I feel suffocated by them.” I felt that in my core. When I was a kid, I wanted to be PRETTY. I wanted to be SMART. I was a WRITER. When I was an adolescent, I…

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  • Chicago Amber

    Chicago Amber

    I lived in a studio apartment on the South Side of Chicago the first year after high school. It was a few minutes ride into the Loop (essentially downtown Chicago). I found the public bus to be unreliable so I would often walk the couple miles to my Michigan Avenue university. On the breaks in…

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