i’m not the mom i thought i’d be
The mom I thought I would be wouldn’t love her baby any more or any less. She wouldn’t feel less fulfilled or like a stranger to herself. She wouldn’t be happier. Neither version is a failure.
The mom I thought I would be wouldn’t love her baby any more or any less. She wouldn’t feel less fulfilled or like a stranger to herself. She wouldn’t be happier. Neither version is a failure.
It would be a massive understatement to say things are feeling a bit different lately. The world feels like it’s on fire, mostly everyone I know is under some sort of lockdown-style restriction, schools are closed indefinitely, we’re all working from home, and stores have been sold out of toilet paper for weeks. People have… Continue reading let’s take off those judge’s caps
In the past, I’ve thrown in the towel on what I had called a “weight loss journey” because my goal didn’t make sense: I didn’t really want to lose weight, I wanted to change my body composition and look better. But when we’re comparing our progress against the wrong criteria, we can’t be successful.
Y’all – I’ve got it. I’ve got it baaaaaaaaad. If you don’t follow me on social media, you’ve been blissfully unaware of our big news. We adopted a greyhound on January 5! To say we’re smitten would be the understatement of the year: I’m absolutely, head over paws, in love. No one in my family… Continue reading puppy love
One of the most sure-fire signs of summer’s impending arrival is the opening of patios across the city – and it also happens to be my favourite one. Well, that and the warmer temperatures!