Nourished

At the end of Jacob’s first week, I hobbled into my midwife’s office, bleeding and crying and snotting all over the place. She asked me how we were doing. “I’m bruised,” …

Before and After

Leanna Monteith measures her life in Before and After. There is the Old Leanna and the New Leanna, and something in between that is the culmination of both–an amalgamation that …

Words from a Stranger

It was a bleak wet, winter day and in desperation to escape the four walls that reverberated the incessant fighting of my girls age 2 and 8 (and yes even …

My Anxiety is a Gift

My eldest daughter was born bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She could hold her head up strong by two weeks old and looked around like she knew the world had something to offer …