2/11/2018

Our Girls, Our Selves, Our Thoughts, and Our Bodies Parenting

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I wake up and step on the scale. My entire day depends on this moment. It’s not in line with the mindful living or buddhist ideals I’ve been trying to incorporate to my life, but it’s the most entrenched habit and judgement that remains. 

Body dysmorphia is a tenacious bitch.

1/10/2018

When in Rome Travel

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I’d only been in Rome a few days before taking off for a very swift tour of a few other cities, but when I walked out of the train station having arrived back again in Rome, my heart leapt at the familiar sight. “We’re home!” It cried. A familiar feeling washed over me and I felt my body relax as I easily navigated the way out to the cobbled streets that were completely unfamiliar a week before. 

How strange travel is, to change a person so quickly. 

9/9/2017

Teaching Our Daughters About Relationships Parenting

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I remember my mother explaining to me the sort of man I should marry. “Leslie,” she said when I was around 12 years old and only just starting to look at boys curiously, “The sort of man that is good for marriage is one that has plants in his apartment, can’t dance well, and wears tassel shoes.”

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