Setting myself up for failure I knew — just knew — as I started out making brioche on Monday that I failed. It was my first attempt at making it, ever in my life, and I really wasn’t sure how things would turn out. My thought process went something like this: Add milk warmed to … Read More
Running with strangers
Dear Complete Stranger Walking In My Neighborhood, Hey, there, Douchebag. I have news for you: I heard you. I heard you the first time you yelled at me while I was running with my back toward you — you know that moment, the one that earned you a glance, which immediately frustrated me once I … Read More
Running with my muse
I’ve pounded this pavement countless times before, running more miles than I could possibly remember. Through depression and heartache. Through moments of elation. Fear. Struggles. Hope. And everything in-between. I left skin, blood, and sweat on that road. It’s where I stumbled upon concussions 2 and 3. I crunched through snow. Reveled in the rain. Felt … Read More
The weight of baby weight
I remember hearing a story years ago about how a friend who was breastfeeding couldn’t keep weight on her body. It was as if the baby was sucking a marathon’s worth of calories out of her and no amount of food could keep her from looking skeletal. Honestly, it kind of made me look forward … Read More
The battle of postpartum depression
I once heard the birth of a baby is concerned a traumatic event for a family. And it makes sense, when you think about it. I nodded in complete agreement as these words came out of a friend’s mouth recently. She cited reasons I was beyond familiar with: the trauma it puts on a woman’s … Read More