On Parenting and Plank Position and the Pain of the Present

I'm in plank position, toes flexed, torso rotated open, arm reaching for the sky when I hear her. "Breathe. Don't forget to breathe," the trainer whispers. I haven't forgotten. I'm holding my breath on purpose. I've been to enough pre-dawn punishing gym sessions to know that breathing makes it worse. Breathing removes resistance. It forces my [...]

By | 2017-10-06T13:48:23+00:00 October 6th, 2017|Other Musings|

And Baby Makes Nine?

I became a mother for the first time at 25. Billy and I married at 23, and thirty seconds later, kind strangers at the grocery store began asking when we planned to start our family. I thought things would be different after I married Gabe. We were well into our thirties, with three children each. [...]

By | 2017-10-03T09:55:49+00:00 October 3rd, 2017|Coparenting, Our Life Together, Stepparenting|
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