Boots on the Ground: My #FarmFoodTour Experience

Boots on the Ground: My #FarmFoodTour Experience

I believe in activism. I believe in standing up. I believe in speaking out. Power. To. Da. People. What I don’t believe in? Slacktivism. That is, the act of sharing and shaming online without actually doing your homework or better yet, getting your hands dirty. Getting involved. Getting your boots on the ground. I was recentlyRead More

Sydney Paige: Backpacks that Give Back

Sydney Paige: Backpacks that Give Back

I know, I know, it’s a weird time of year to talk about backpacks. I mean, shouldn’t that wait until the beginning of the school year? Well, maybe, but if your kids have been out of school for any more than 2.5 days, you’re already thinking about sending those little stinkers sweethearts back to school.Read More

Mothering Like Fruit Crisp

Mothering Like Fruit Crisp

“You should open a dessert stand! You’re the best cooker.” My two daughters sat devouring their berry crisp, their short hair a mess, their ever-longer legs dangling from the bench seat at the kitchen table. A blueberry/strawberry/crumbly mess gathered at the edges of their stuffed mouths. Was this thrown-together dessert really that good? To them,Read More

Love, Labor

Love, Labor

The contractions hit harder and faster than I imagined. This couldn’t be the real deal, though. While I’d been dilated and effaced for weeks, with an induction scheduled the next morning, I didn’t let myself believe this was actual labor. After all, I’d had two false alarms before, and I knew they’d just send meRead More

Super Easy for the Super Bowl

Super Easy for the Super Bowl

This month has been crazy. I mean craaaaazy. With a baby on the way (who thought about showing up early for a bit) and the general chaos of family life, I wasn’t sure I would even have a chance to make it to Whole Foods to fulfill my monthly Blog Ambassador commitment. And I useRead More

Time is Drawing Near

Time is Drawing Near

The wee hours of the morning. That delicate span of time when either you’ve stayed up very late, or gotten up very early. My husband is the latter. He leans to kiss me in bed, my hour tousled unattractively against my pillow. I tell him I love him, words spoken through my lisp-inducing mouthpiece used to preventRead More