I call BS on anyone who asserts that we must abandon our personhood for motherhood. They can and should coexist.
Christmas 2019 was my first with two kids. My baby's first christmas. It was also my beloved grandmother's last. She passed away on Christmas night. I cherished my grandmother. She saw me and knew me in a way no one else did. As a small child, I was painfully shy and being around other adults... Continue Reading →
Buckle up, buttercups. I've had it with the judgment, the misguided views of stay-at-home motherhood that we uphold as a society so here we go.
I've completed NaNoWriMo twice now; once before motherhood and once in the midst. The difference in preparation was staggering. Here's how I did it & how you can, too!
Who needs to talk when you're swimming in the ocean? Watching the flames of a fire? Dancing in the sand, roasting marshmallows, falling in meditative rhythm with the sea?
My first annual blog post on my birthday because Brimming is officially one year old! Exciting changes coming.
Embarking on this challenge of writing out and sharing my postpartum depression journey here has been the ultimate exercise in vulnerability. I didn't think I would ever in my life write on these topics, and now I'm not sure I will ever stop writing about these topics (I mean, in general. Don't worry, Brimming will... Continue Reading →
It was "only baby blues". I was "only moody". I was "only sleep-deprived" and "only hormonal". I was blind to the obvious, I refused to see the truth. The truth, that is only so vivid in retrospect, that I had postpartum depression. You see, I had my misconceptions about it. I had seen it egregiously... Continue Reading →