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Dear Can’t Motivate,

There’s this common misconception that in order to be successful at anything you need to be “that person.” The person that is hardwired to be motivated every single day. Motivated to wake up early. Motivated to have a plan, to move our bodies, to feed ourselves a...

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Intention Setter

What do you dream about? What is something that you feel so pulled to that you’re not yet doing/having/saying/feeling? There have been two major things about my life that I have felt this way about. Living inside a body that didn’t feel like mine. Raising Scarlett at...

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Sometimes, I am messy…

Sometimes I am messy. I love hard. I cry hard. I am passionate. I am impatient. I am hard on myself. So much I have learned in the last year. About love, about business, about friendships, relationships, hardships. I have gained traction in my life. Dug my nails deep...

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The Quest for Self Love

The Quests. The quest to lose weight, to gain weight, to “finally get healthy”, the quest to improve performance or the quest for gains. The self-development quest, the career change quest, ALL THE QUESTS. There’s nothing wrong with them, we’ve all had journeys of our...

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Motherhood Mission Statement

Motherhood has brought me to my knees. I’ve cried hundreds of times. I’ve cried from complete and utter bliss, I’ve cried from confusion, frustration, lack-of-sleep. I’ve cried because I was scared, I’ve cried because I was overjoyed and I’ve cried from sheer horror....

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Living in Gratitude

When is the last time you said thank you and really meant it? Not “thank you” in passing, mumbled under your breath when a door was held for you. Not a sarcastic, “thanks” when you were given a speeding ticket either. When is the last time you REALLY said Thank You...

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Hope Dealer

Oh the cliche. The first time I really had an a-ha moment was the day I saw Eat Pray Love in the theater. I was nursing my head and body after a two-day bender completed at a music festival. The heat, the booze and the MDMA had leeched my serotonin levels. Watching...

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The Belt of Lies

Some kids tell lies and get told they will go to time-out, some kids are told that they will get a spanking - some even do. My cousins and I were told that if we didn’t shape our shit up, we would get The White Belt with Silver Things on it. Truth be told,...

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A Mother’s (Self) Love

For the love of God, knock your shit off. This culture we have created of the frazzled, forgotten, war-torn-underwear havin’, haven’t-relaxed-in-God-knows-how-long mom has got to go. We stop buying new bras so we can afford the latest (cough bullshit) toy for our...

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Misconceptions of Mania in Motherhood and Beyond

Just stop. The shambles, the sleepless, the shower-less, the can’t-find-the-time. Listen, I tell you to stop because I’ve been there. I know these stories all too well as they were my own stories not so long ago. The stories are tired. NOTE: before anyone sets my...

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2017, Exit Stage Left

The first time I felt wholly remarkable was the day I gave birth to Scarlett. 2017 has been a year of growth, development, tenacity and flat-out grinding. 2017 was remarkable and I challenge you to sit with the question, “when is the last time I felt remarkable”? Have...

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Food for Daze

Food is my favorite. I love cooking it, I love serving it, I love sharing it (sort of), I love what it does to our social lives, our bodies, our brains and our souls. Food also got me fucked up. I have struggled with food addiction and had a generally unhealthy...

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Slow Your Holiday Roll

Oh, the American Christmas. The gift cards, the stress, the 987 presents for kids, the screaming over the last Hatchimals (but seriously, I know they’re so last year, but what are they?!), the over-spending of money, under-spending of quality time, and then it’s over....

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High for the Holidays

Christmas has not always been merry. I think the majority of the world can attest so I say it matter-of-fact like. Since I was young, as far back as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of Hallmark. “Lay it on thick” I say! The comfy-cozies, the tree lightings,...

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Girl Baby.

Long before she was here, I dreamt of her. I always thought I wanted a boy. Having a boy seemed easier, less messy and I could skip all of the fucked up mother-daughter bullshit. I was convinced that the codependent relationship I had with my own mother would bleed...

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The First.

My earliest memory is staring underneath my mother’s bed, scared and crying. There in the dark was a purse with a metal frame, pillowed interior and dawned a bizarre looking dog face. I remember being on my stomach, my eyes locked on that dog face, wanting...

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