The Calm Nest
The Chrysalis
The Chrysalis Motherhood undid me, like a storm stripping branches bare. There was a time I looked at my baby and felt only distance, a shadow over love. But even...
The Chrysalis
The Chrysalis Motherhood undid me, like a storm stripping branches bare. There was a time I looked at my baby and felt only distance, a shadow over love. But even...
Both Can Live Here
I am learning that grief and gratitude are not opposites. They can exist in the same breath, in the same heart, in the same moment. I grieve the ease of...
Both Can Live Here
I am learning that grief and gratitude are not opposites. They can exist in the same breath, in the same heart, in the same moment. I grieve the ease of...
Letting Go
Motherhood did not ask me to become more. It asked me to release. To loosen my grip on who I thought I needed to be. To stop striving for a...
Letting Go
Motherhood did not ask me to become more. It asked me to release. To loosen my grip on who I thought I needed to be. To stop striving for a...
Held in the Dark
Last night he woke, just an hour after sleep had taken him. Not fully crying. Just calling. He was still heavy with sleep when I lifted him. And then he...
Held in the Dark
Last night he woke, just an hour after sleep had taken him. Not fully crying. Just calling. He was still heavy with sleep when I lifted him. And then he...
Motherhood Is an Exercise in Flexibility
One thing this season of motherhood has been teaching me lately… is flexibility. Not the kind you practice in a yoga class.The emotional kind.The identity-shifting kind.The surrendering kind. Because our...
Motherhood Is an Exercise in Flexibility
One thing this season of motherhood has been teaching me lately… is flexibility. Not the kind you practice in a yoga class.The emotional kind.The identity-shifting kind.The surrendering kind. Because our...
A letter to my son
A letter to my son — and perhaps to you, too. There is something about becoming a mother that makes you think not just about who your child is now…...
A letter to my son
A letter to my son — and perhaps to you, too. There is something about becoming a mother that makes you think not just about who your child is now…...