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honestly

Teaching my Daughters to Live #LikeAGirl

It seems appropriate that a video asking what it means to do something “like a girl” is from a maxi-pad company. There is nothing more feminine than having our periods after all. Even the brand name, Always, suggests trust because of the consistency and dependability of the single word moniker. read more

essentials

Because Sometimes Bedtime Takes Forever

Five minutes earlier we had been laughing. But now I pulled her blankets up, kissed her round, peach cheeks, and saw a flash of sadness and fear in her eyes. She held her breath for a moment, the words spilled out: “I don’t want my teeth to fall out!” read more

be you, bravely

Becoming a Part of the Mom Community

What does it mean to Belong? We are those chosen to raise the next generation of the world. Moms from every corner of the world, moms with every imaginable back-story, moms making every mothering choices. Together, we are the ones raising the world. read more

be you, bravely

Be you, Bravely

It seems we spend all of our time doing two things- living and waiting to live. What we seem to have in common is that we need a nudge. A nudge to get us out of our ruts and routines so that we can be reminded to risk bravely. read more

essentials

Why is Your Mom Important?

I remember early mornings when I was younger, tip-toeing into my little sister’s room to wake her up and help me on the pancake assembly line dad had already started in the kitchen. My sister and I would burst through mom’s bedroom door, and shout “Happy Mother’s Day!” read more