It was a typical end of the week afternoon in my backyard when I realized what I dislike most about being a mom. My single best friend had stopped by for a visit. She was attempting to entertain my kids while I grilled dinner, me cursing myself for not bringing home a Costco rotisserie chicken…
When I found out my baby was breech at my 33 week appointment, I immediately began ALL the things to help him turn. I’ve been belly dancing using this video because I heard it can loosen the hips and help a breech baby flip. I’ve been laying upside down ala Spinning Babies. I’ve done…
Sometimes I joke that if I could implant my daughter with a microchip like I have my dog, I’d sleep better at night. Just a little GPS chip sown in somewhere, behind her ear, under her armpit, beneath her scalp, a little square of safety that could be activated if there were ever an abduction or…
There are two hungry wolves fighting for food. The first wolf is goodness, and happiness, and love, and light. The second wolf is anger, and anxiety, and evil, and darkness. Which wolf wins? Well, my friends, it depends on which one you feed. Right now, I am learning to feed the good wolf. It wasn’t…
The term self-care kind of makes me cringe. It makes me think of forgetting to wear deodorant, of unshaven legs, of the harried, chaotic life I’ve been leading lately. In fact, maybe that’s why it gives me the willies, because it’s something I need to work on a whole helluva lot more. And in actuality,…
I’m different. Odd. Strange. Weird. Not like the rest. The brown egg in a carton of white ones. That’s how child abuse makes you feel, but until Sunday night’s season three finale of Ray Donovan I’d never verbalized it that way. I’d never said those words out loud to anyone. Even though for my entire…
When I shared my story about surviving childhood sexual abuse, I had no idea that the WordPress Community would wrap their arms around me with the biggest, baddest, virtual hug I have ever received. I had no idea that so many people like me would share their own stories, their pain, and their hope for…
When I was 22-years old, I came out of hiding. I stepped out of the darkness of the sexual abuse victim’s closet, and into the light. I can’t say I haven’t looked back, because with something like childhood sexual abuse it’s impossible not to, but I can say my future has been a lot brighter…
One of my new bloggy friends, Fertility Doll, is blogging this month with the theme #itwillhappen in regards to fertility and life. I was inspired by this and have decided to believe and meditate on IT happening for me too, IT being both making a baby and finishing my book. I’ll post about the book…
Steph Mignon 