• Kids,  Letters*,  W*

    Poop Happens.

    To the woman who gave me a dirty look for changing my son’s diaper in the grocery store parking lot this morning: I’m sure that seeing a poop-covered bum wasn’t on your grocery list this morning. I’m sorry about that. We had just finished our shopping and my son was crying and I thought he wanted to be fed… but I discovered the source of his discomfort as soon as I lifted him out of the seat. You’re right, I could have gone back into the store to try and change him there, but he was upset and the parking lot wasn’t busy, and changing him on the front seat…

  • Letters*

    Dear people that I don’t know all that well,

    I am so grateful to be able to have some interactions with the public again. We’ve been cooped up for so long, and we love going for walks or for an occasional trip to the store. That being said, I have a favor to ask, and I know it’s tricky because I think it’s engrained in our nature: Please don’t touch my baby. This makes me so uncomfortable to ask, but we are in the middle of a pandemic, and my beautiful son is only three months old. I know his hands and arms are deliciously rolly, but he often puts them in his mouth. When you touch his hands,…

  • Letters*,  Miscarriage,  Running*

    Dear Body,

    I was cursing you a little bit this morning. As I began a slow jog in my neighborhood, I felt an old familiar pain creep into my hip. Frustrated that that pain had the audacity to come back after taking a week off and stretching like mad, I just kept going. I want so badly to be able to do this again, so I ignored the signs you giving me to tell me to slow down. My head keeps reminding me that I was easily running 7km this time last year. I was so proud of that accomplishment. …but I am not the same person I was last summer. This…

  • Letters*,  P*

    Extra Happy Meal*

    To the kind men in the Roofing Truck who just paid for our lunch: Thank you. A million times over. I saw you smile at my Vanimal full of children as I waved you ahead in the lineup, but I never expected this. It’s P’s birthday today and this Happy Meal was his special treat. Well, you just made three kids (and one slightly over tired Mama) feel *extra* special. I will pay this forward– just you wait. Thanks for spreading kindness in the world… you just made our day. Love, The Mom in the van with all the kids. P.s. Have I mentioned how much I love where we…

  • Deep Thoughts*,  Letters*

    To the woman in this photograph,

    I know that your body doesn’t look quite the same as you remember. It’s curvier. Heavier. Softer. It sags in some places and groans in others. Your clothes don’t all fit. I know that’s the third shirt you tried on today… and you only “settled” on it because you felt like there was nothing else. I know that your first instinct is to hide away. You don’t want to be seen like this because it doesn’t feel like you. You judge yourself and bear the weight of perceived expectations. You compare your progress to others, and feel disappointment and shame when your journey is different. But… you are different. When…