Let’s Talk Boobs.
I kept doing all the things – sleep, exercise, books, Netflix, “me time”, time away from my family, time with my family. You name the “self care” trick, I tried it. I tried them all.
And through the monitor I hear Oliver say, “Why didn’t Mommy come back?” And in the same way it is again now, my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach, and I felt an instant wave of guilt overwhelm me.
There's more to Coachella than flower crowns.
All the things I've loved lately.
Happy International Women's Day!... Just a couple days late. (THIS WKND WAS BUSY, OK?!) We couldn't let the celebration pass without celebrating women a little extra. So, we asked a few of the women of Trend-ish to tell us about ladies that inspire them and to suggest some women-centric projects, blogs, etc. they're following. This …
This post isn't about my own grief. It's not about the tears I've cried, or the questions I've asked. It’s not about my own days where getting out of bed felt too hard. It's about a different side of the fight. It's about your mom's grief when she loses her college roommate. And your best friend's grief after she has a miscarriage. It’s about all the people you encounter, telling you about their grief.
“Mom, I’m still hungry. Mom, I’m hungry. Where’s my snack? Mom, did you hear me? Are you near me?”
"Wrestle with it, yell about it, fight in your soul with it, but don’t you dare respond out of it. Don’t you dare let it define you."