By Jennifer Philp “I’m so sorry,” she said, her eyes lingering a moment too long on my stomach. “Things like this happen for a reason.” I caught her gaze while announcing, perhaps a bit loudly, “That’s fine! I’m fine! It’s okay!” She turned to fill her coffee cup and left the […]
By Denise Geelhart “Why do you let them upset you in that way? You can’t change them; you can only change how you respond.” Livid, I clicked “reply” to answer the person, then sat back to see if I could articulate what made me angry. Unable to put it into […]
By Kristen M. Polito Feeling guilty has been a predominant theme in my life. As a child, I learned to feel guilty about eating, ashamed about my body and, for some reason, responsible for my family’s collective happiness. I often felt at fault; just in the wrong somehow. This could […]
By Jocelyn Miscarriage is a real bitch. However, recurrent miscarriage is the Regina George of all bitches. One minute you’re sitting at the cool kid lunch table with all the other moms-to-be, flashing your positive pregnancy test and designing your dream nurseries on Pinterest. The next day, you’re drowning in […]
Just last month, I had the honored privilege of attending a mental health conference and a writing conference — in the same week. And while I know that, to some, that may sound boring or uninteresting, for me it was amazing. It was a whirlwind, and it truly was the “chance […]
By Rhiannon Giles of rhiyaya.com Let’s get the obligatory disclaimers out of the way: I support a family’s right to feed their baby in whatever way works best for them. Formula is not an enemy. And for women who desire to breastfeed, we need to do everything in our power […]
By Mia Carella of thismomwithablog.com Ever since my adolescent years, I have been a huge fan and advocate of sleep. In high school, I would look forward to an afternoon nap and sleeping in on weekends. In college, my love of sleep and napping grew stronger. When my roommate and I […]
By Rhiannon Giles of rhiyaya.com It really did happen. I have to remind myself sometimes that it was not just a story I heard—not a story that happened to somebody else. I really did start bleeding at 29 weeks pregnant. The words, “placental abruption” and “in case we have to deliver,” […]