Taylor L.
What the Heck is So Wrong with ‘Participation Awards’?! One Mom’s Defense…
Trigger Alert: Apparently lots of people feel quite strongly about this topic. Are you one of them? Give us your thoughts along with your mailing address, and we'll be sure to send your participatory...
When Your Kid’s a Wallflower: Loving the One in the Background
You know those viral videos of obnoxiously adorable kids hamming it up at the school play or dance recitals? The videos that make the rounds across the internet racking up 'loves' and 'shares' faster...
Adventures in Breastfeeding…
A pile of nursing paraphernalia sat on our bedroom floor for two weeks, before my husband noticed it (gasp) and questioned its lingering presence. How could I explain to him my reluctance to take...
Meatless Mondays {Series}
I'm often asked when and why I became a vegetarian. The truth is I didn't really have a real reason at the time. About eight years ago, I was coming off the heels of...
To the Mama Down the Hall… A Lesson in Autism Awareness
You may not remember me. I saw you a few days ago while wrestling with my toddler to get his shoes on at the gym's childcare center. My patience was wearing thin as I...
Rage Against the Machine: Waging War from the Keyboard at my Family’s Expense
About this time last year, two grown men threw a full cup of soda that exploded at my feet in the grocery store parking lot while I was holding my then three year old...
Body Love for Everyone But Me: Learning to Leave the Shame Behind
It's happening. This year is the big push to become my best self. Why now? Perhaps it's because now in my mid-thirties, I feel the window quickly closing for making significant personal development. And...
This Year, I’m Taking Care of Me
This scene may sound familiar: My boys are bouncing happily on my bed as they pull opposite ends of one of my many worn out bras. This escalating game of tug of war will...
Presence Before Presents: This Mom’s Aim to Gift What Lasts
I'm going out on a limb in thinking I'm not alone here, but I really LOVE the holidays. I love almost everything about them: the music, the lights, the baking, the parties, the extra...
I Didn’t Report It. Raising my Sons in the ‘Culture of Consent’
I was sexually assaulted in my early twenties. I never reported it. In fact, there are few people in my life who know about it at all. I never told my parents, my brothers...