Every month, during the two or three days before I bleed, my tolerance for bullshit and injustice goes way down. While some realities…
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I’m done pretending. The farther I get from emotional survival mode (which I lived in for more than a decade), and the more…
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Every day in my work, I witness the struggles of creative, progressive, self-aware, growth-oriented mothers who would do anything to ensure the wellbeing…
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I work with mothers for a living. Every week, I hear dozens of stories from creative, motivated, educated, and relatively well-resourced women who…
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Dear Mothers, I’m writing you today because I can no longer contain the ache in my gut and fire in my heart…
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My life is quite a mess at the moment. My home is messy, my garden is messy, my children are messy, my marriage…
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As with most, I learned this lesson the hard way. (Okay, so I’m a little stubborn.) I never intended to hurt feelings, or…
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I was planning to skip over this oh-so-bloggable topic for the sake of your stomachs and my pride, but I figure some of…
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It’s happening again. Everywhere I turn (online, anyway) someone’s talking sweater weather or apple picking or root vegetable stew. A native Wisconsinite (never…