Perfect is something I'm never going to be. Ever. Back in the day I used to be mean. Like really mean. The running joke is if I could go find my high school self and kick her ass I would. I've done and said things that are cringeworthy and downright embarrassing. I was insecure and... Continue Reading →

Sometimes biting my tongue is the greatest accomplishment of my day, other times not so much. I've been CRINGING watching exchanges between women in some of my mom groups. Specifically because I can't believe the way that we speak to each other. I constantly worry about how I'm supposed to raise my kids in a... Continue Reading →