My miscarriage story
I was pregnant with a son. I had dreams about him. I even had a dream about his birth. And suddenly, he not only passed away, but passed through my body, and we would never get to meet him, hear him talk, count his toes, or know what color hair he’d have. That unknown and mystery still aches. And, I’m so thankful that my womb was his home his entire life, where he only knew warmth, comfort, and peace.
What you should know about infant circumcision
No other country in the world does this at the rate America does without religious reasoning. This is a cultural practice based on aesthetic preference, not medical necessity.
Registry essentials for your postpartum season
When preparing for the days and weeks following my son’s birth, I knew I would need all the help that I could get.
Snuggling in bed with my babe was the top priority, but dang. When it’s your first go at motherhood you can really underestimate all of the needs you might have postpartum.
Poem for our first-born
Your entry into the world has changed us
This Body
For 10 months, on no account of my own, even in my sickness, even in my disbelief, my body stretches, grows, accommodates, and produces everything my baby needs to be sustained.
My homebirth story
The middle of May was getting grumpy. It was a sunny, beautiful week and my leave from work had officially begun. I was busy batch writing for my contracted client to prepare for time away but my couch, desk, and even favorite coffee shop…
Tapping into your motherly intuition
Finding your voice in pregnancy
While you can’t control HOW birth will unfold, you have all the authority to prepare yourself for the atmosphere of your heart and mind. You get to learn as much or as little as you want.
Maiden to mother
Motherhood does not simply land on the woman once pregnant, once in labor, or once she’s given birth
Honoring the sacred birth of you
When a mother is in labor, she is birthing not just her baby, but an entirely new identity of mother. Two people are born that day.
Your first bleed: the initiation into your womanhood
When I was 12 years old and got my first bleed, my mom did something that changed the trajectory of my womanhood.