A letter to my husband. Another year goes by.

A letter to my husband. Another year goes by.

Today, baby, you turn 32. I like to think that you are reading back on this in 15 years when our kids have grown and we have a quiet, empty house. That seems so far fetched and out of reach, but I know it is right around the corner of this crazy life. Our world is...
Rock-Bottom Can Be A Beautiful Place

Rock-Bottom Can Be A Beautiful Place

I remember crying in my car not that long ago. I was sitting in the parking lot of my workplace pumping breast milk for my newborn who is now 4. I was crying because I was so ANGRY. Not like “kind of ticked-having-a-bad-day” but straight Hulk-pissed-hear-me-roar. I...