Exercise. Often it’s those that need it most that have the least time for it. And for those that do find the time, maintaining momentum and motivation proves just as difficult. It’s challenging for everyone, but even harder for...
Yet again, I find myself in the middle of a sleepless season (I have a history of this ... plenty of history, apparently). Just when I thought the newborn phase was behind us, I now have an eczema-and-teething baby...
Good news, ladies. I am pretty sure I have found the ultimate mom life-hack. It magically provides a peaceful shower (taken alone), a moment to sip (hot) coffee in the morning and allows time to collect thoughts and prepare...
Though my physical recovery the days following the birth of my third baby were much faster than my first two (spray bottle pro, here), learning to survive our new outnumbered reality was much harder. My husband took his first business trip just...
I still remember the first time I saw my bare postpartum face in natural light. It was a hot summer afternoon, and I was out running a few errands. My mom was watching my then-6-week-old daughter, and I was...
Do you know what continues to surprise me—shock me at times, even—about motherhood?
How much of my time is spent just making it. Simply navigating life from one end of the day to another.
I have a baby and a two...
After the hustle and bustle and bright lights of the holiday season come the grey days. While the 31 days in January and the 28/29 days of February may not seem like a long time, the cold, snow, and grey...
This afternoon, I lifted weights. While my toddler crawled all over me, making adorably cute "wee-oooh wee-ooh" noises as he drove his toy ambulance across my struggling-to-complete-a-thirty-second-plank torso. Then, I followed up my workout with a brownie.
Now, that's what...
It's difficult to quietly exit the house and leave your kids while they're sleeping. Without saying "good morning," "goodbye" or without receiving those giant running bear hugs. I sat in the dark car and looked down at the heart drawn on my...
It was a cold Sunday afternoon in January. Yes, a Sunday afternoon. I didn't need a wild Friday night or a Saturday spent gallivanting around town. No, a Sunday would work just fine, thank you very much. The event?...
The library books are overdue (again). Groceries are spilling out of plastic bags strewn across the kitchen counter. The checkbook needs to be balanced. Text message alerts are pouring in from the phone, which is buried somewhere in the...
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Does it make sense for active women to get breast implants? Not just bodybuilders and marathon fanatics, but regular women who simply enjoy running, playing...
A few years ago, I was gathering my kids up after summer day camp, wrangling backpacks full to the brim with wet swimsuits and towels. My daughter was attending a local program that took place at a theater in...
Growing up, I was not prone to crying. I'd get angry, but I didn't often cry. I think it drove my mom a little crazy sometimes, that lack of watery emotion, but that may be because she was (and...
One of my best recent memories is of my daughter looking at her hair in the mirror, shaking her head, and saying “I love it, I love it” over and over.
It was memorable not because it had taken hours...
Your Guide To KC
Where to Trapshoot in Kansas City with Teens, Tweens
The rise of tweens and teens seeking sports outside the traditional football, soccer, basketball, volleyball route has been on a steady incline for the...
