For my second Father’s Day, I look at the months that led up to our pregnancy and remind folks to tread lightly when prying about people’s family plans.
For my 100th post, I define the terms of this blog going forward.
Reblogged from The Lippy Lactator: So, a funny thing happened yesterday. I have been a part of the MotherWise community for awhile now. I periodically share photos, stories, or links to “This Woman’s Work” with them. Yesterday, a story and photo of mine was shared. At first, the comments were sweet and supportive. Parents shared …
With summer beckoning, Body Month closes with thoughts on healthy skin and notes on an anniversary that turned me from commentator to activist.
When we don’t embrace and celebrate our natural selves, we allow dominant cultural messaging to steal our innocence and dictate out of years of built up fear and oppression. Let’s hit the reset button on body image, acceptance, shame, and freedom.
A springtime cleanse allowed my body to speak up rather than being drowned out by the noise of sweets and caffeine.
To whom does our body belong? Might it be the Earth?
Mother’s Day came early in our house after my wife endured the endless hours of an ill child. Mama’s always our daughter’s priority in times of pain, so after 72 hours of being an appendage, I decided not to wait for May. Inside, I tackle what it means to be a family and why getting thrown up on earns extra respect from me.
As savvy parents, you know to do your research before picking the right fast food for your child. So, we followed the example of Dr. Oz, dietitians, and Fitness Magazine in our quest to enhance our daughter’s diet. Inside, too, you’ll learn which food option got rid of those pesky night feedings that have stolen chunks of our sleep for eighteen months!