Learning to be Brave
Emily Dykstra
Being brave took an interesting turn since my children both started school last fall. It’s the first time I am home alone in a
Being brave took an interesting turn since my children both started school last fall. It’s the first time I am home alone in a
(Even When I Don’t Feel Like It) “Be careful.” “I’m not so sure about that.” “Don’t fall.” The words come out like a reflex,
My truth, my weight doesn’t bother me. It’s not that I’m fat, it’s that it doesn’t bother me. It’s supposed to, right? As an
Every day I’m convinced I am failing either in my parenting or in my profession, sometimes both. Either I yelled too much that day
I love my mom. I do. She is loving, caring. She worked crazy hard, her whole mothering life. She fed us, bathed us, clothed
I have a frequently repeated conversation with moms in my circles. It starts on a neutral topic like the cost of soccer cleats, which
How do we find a healthy tension between disconnect and connection? Even as an extrovert, I still have my own thirst for quiet space,
I’m an only child. By all birth order analysis, this translates to an uber-responsible, take little risk, perfectionist-driven person. So when motherhood arrived on
Have you ever thought about the people who have spoken into your life? People who became your impetus in becoming who you are today.
I can still remember the first time my mother-in-law asked me how I liked my eggs. Easy over? Scrambled? Poached? I didn’t know. I