Chattanooga Moms

I only have one child, but I’m still a professional mom. I mean, really, anyone who calls themselves an actual mom should automatically be classed as a pro, right? However, the interwebs tell me that professionals (at least when...

Lying in Savasana in a yoga class last week my blood pressure started to rise when I heard a new student talking to his girlfriend. If I were her, this would have been grounds for dumping him. Dude audibly...

It starts as a normal day. Then...boom. A text, a mention of stomach virus on social media or at the ball field, and I immediately panic. My mind begins to race. I feel nauseous. I wonder when it will...

As you can imagine, as the proprietor of a math learning center, I spend a fair bit of time interacting with new students who are somewhat reluctant to think they could ever enjoy mathematics. Usually some ice breaking is...

Defending my graduate thesis, swallowing radioactive iodine, giving birth, surgery, potty training. These are, in order of least to most, the things that I’ve been most apprehensive about in my 32 years of life. Am I being dramatic? Absolutely....

I have always enjoyed fitness. Since I was a preteen, I embarrassingly enjoyed working out to 1980's VHS tapes. Over the years, I upped my fitness routine to include more weighted exercises and more active hobbies like hiking. It's...

You see a tiny toddler pitching a fit; a pre-teen rolling their eyes; a teenager spinning their car tires after you shortened their curfew by thirty minutes. “You better enjoy this now. Because soon they’ll be gone!” comes the...

We grew up being taught that dairy was a vital source to grow big and strong, right? If that's the case, then why are so many babies (and adults) sensitive to the protein found in cow's milk?  I had this...

...there are a few HARD NOs that I decided long before I dated, got married and had children that actually stuck. My stance never waivered on certain deal breakers and absolutes. These rules are 110% true today with two kids as they were before I even gave birth.

By now, anyone who reads what I write can see a common theme…I basically have no idea what I’m doing. I can normally be found waiting for someone to find out that I’m a big ole fraud -- a...