When Breast Isn’t Best
I sat in the nurses station and glanced up at the wall. That's when my heart sank. Hanging on the wall was a poster that only confirmed, in my already emotional postpartum mind, that I was somehow failing my baby - that I had, in fact, failed all my children. It was my fault. I didn't try hard...
While the fires burn
"We're moving." I was in sixth grade when my parents sat my brother and I down and broke the news. We were leaving snowy Wisconsin and headed to St. Louis. As an eleven year old girl with a flare for the dramatic, I was certain that my life would end as we pulled away from our home. If I...
Everything and Nothing
I have a confession: I desperately miss the carefree days of blogging at Minivans Are Hot. It was time to move on, and I'm glad that I did, but I do miss that space. I miss the random and ridiculous, and all the laughter. So I decided that this space is going to have to lighten up a bit every...
Living to Live: Thoughts on Building a Platform
I sat on the bench and marveled at the birds splashing in the puddle in front of me. Sitting high on a hill overlooking Kiev, Ukraine, I reveled in the warmth of the midday sun. Winter was fast approaching, but one last Indian Summer (or Baba Leta as it's known in Russian) pushed off the...
