Your holiday gift guide
When your child is born, something just kind of snaps in your brain. All of a sudden you operate on a kind of loop--you constantly wonder if they've eaten enough, if their size is "normal," if they're happy or sad or in need of anything. If my relationship with my mother is any guideline, I'm keen to say that loop doesn't stop once your child enters adulthood. Most of what I remember from Kerrigan's newborn days is logging what side she nursed on or when she had a wet diaper. That loop is only exacerbated when you toss a disability diagnosis into the mix.
Each year during the month of March, Women's History Month is celebrated all over the world to commemorate the successes women have already accomplished, as well as all future ones we’re destined to accomplish. There are so many ways you can celebrate on your own, with your family, or as a group; so keep reading if you need a spark of inspiration!
I am an immigrant. And out of many, we are one.
Valentine's Day not your thing? I get it. It's not my thing either. Galentine's Day, however, that is a day I can get behind. Who doesn't love an excuse to ditch the SO and the kids (if you have them) so you can drink wine and laugh with your best girlfriends? I absolutely love to buy my friends gifts so I decided to compile the ultimate Galentine's Day gift guide with a little something for every badass bestie in your life.
Bear with me as my stomach is in knots writing this. I've never told my story in full.
We're mothers. We're the ones expected to stay. We're the ones who have to hold everything together. We're the rock, the glue. We're nurses, maids, teachers, lawyers, mediators, judges...we're strong! But sometimes we aren't.
Woohoo! New designs dropping tonight (1/24) at 10pm EST.
It doesn’t matter how much, as women, we give. We are still expected to give more and more. And when there is nothing left, we are expected to still give service, with a smile.
You know, I have a real problem with President Trump. Shocking, I know. And quite frankly, I don’t know where to even start. It’s the blatant racism, the despicable hatred of women, the lying, the collusion with Russia, the inevitable blow-up with North Korea, the NFL argument, the twitter ridiculousness, and I mean, I could go on. I remember last November. It was almost a year ago, but I remember it so well. I was up until 2a.m. crying and drinking wine. I could not believe that a person who campaigned on hate won on the premise of making America great again. I still can’t wrap my brain around it.