The last first birthday celebration is coming soon. One. One is big. It’s a celebration of having survived so many sleepless nights. It marks
I MOPS because I was a mom with a toddler, a marriage looking at its tomb, and a freshly emptied womb. I was 12 weeks
I met Maya Angelou in New York at an event for the last book she wrote, Mom and Me and Mom, in 2012. I waited
Lying on a cold, hard doctor’s table in the middle of the night, too scared to utter a cohesive sentence, I began bartering with
When I met my husband, Alexis, he called himself an artist. During those pre-dating days, I often stopped by our college cafe where I
It happened shortly after my daughter was born. People started saying the same two things over and over again, and like rain after a
Taking care of ourselves is not an innate thing for most moms and leaders. I remember when my second child was a few weeks