I am a professional worrier. I mean, if someone paid me for it, I could make beaucoup bucks, sister. It comes naturally to me; a keen sense of the world on my shoulders, responsible for every darn thing. But the fact is, I'm not responsible for everything. Owning it all, worrying about it all ain't … Continue reading Changing the Message, Changing Your Life
I lay on the bed, my knees propped up like a display holder, my baby against my legs like a china plate. A wiggly china plate. She put her feet together in a yoga pose, her toes splayed out and waving like sea anemones. My fingers brushed against each digit, marveling at the velvety feel of … Continue reading To Let You Feel My Love
Reading Spiritual Midwifery by Ina May Gaskin, I kept seeing references to women "giving some" to their husbands during labor. Yeah, my mind when there, too. What in the heck are they talking about -surely not that, I mean, she's in labor and they're encouraging her to "give some" to her man? Right NOW?! No, … Continue reading Wait, you want me to do what? During Labor?!
It's not nesting. It's planning ahead. Okay, maybe it's nesting, but to the woman in the throws of it, it just feels like whatchyer s'posed to do. Time to make changes, be prepared, overhaul something, knock out a few walls wearing overalls and a bandana listening to 90s rock and binging on sparkling water. Maybe not … Continue reading Nesting, Unschooling, Connection and Surviving the 3rd Trimester
"I'm a pregnant woman, everybody move outta my way." It's very easy for me to slip into this refined and elegant attitude when I'm with child. Pregnant with my second, Waverley -pictured above, I went out to lunch with my sister. It was in the time when I was hardcore craving chips and salsa -I'd … Continue reading Extending Grace