A letter to my postpartum self

Dear postpartum body of mine, Most of the time, I start letters with something like, "You know, it's been awhile since we talked ..." Except that would be a lie. I talk to you all the time. In fact, you may be cringing now, wondering what I might have to critique you on today. After

The Domino

 Some people have said that we are resilient. That we have persisted, and held on to hope. The truth is ... Last year at this time I was ready to call it quits. I asked Ryan for a vasectomy. He said, "I don't think we're done." I told him my body had already made the

I don’t do mom’s groups

This morning was mom's group.  It's my mid-week sanctuary. A little splice of time I which I need to contribute nothing to anyone --- just soak in sweet  coversation with my friends, escape from parenting my older kids for a bit, and enjoy coffee and treats. I was invited to this mom's group for months