Finding my self in the heap
Something is going on. I have felt it for a long time. I finally decided to do something about it, but instead of turning inside
Survival of the Mom-iest
Lost in a whirlwind of emotion and riding the tidal wave of hormones, a postpartum mom will find herself questioning her sanity. There is nothing "wrong" with you. When a recent client reached out, I felt like it was time to address a few postpartum tips. Her bravery in sending me a quick text was a huge step for new moms. Just asking for help is hard enough
Too Full of a Life?
I don't think there is any such thing. There are lives too full of work. Lives too full of play. Lives too full of random. Lives too planned out. I live a very scheduled existence. Between my children's schedules. Client schedules. Somewhat scheduled due dates. Scheduling time with my beau. Scheduling individual time with my kids. Joint time. Family time. Bath time and bed times. I literally have to schedule
Rise up to Your Dreams
I never really considered myself to have a green thumb. As a child if I ever got dirty I would run to my mother and exclaim, "Nassy, nassy!" and beg my mother to wash my hands. Yet, my mother's love for gardening definitely rubbed off on me and I constantly love to dig in the dirt, welcome the earthworms and whisper to the ladybugs. Over the last week I
Who Takes Care of You?
To preface this piece, it was written from a massage therapists perspective