Love On, Little Man.

"I think there’s a reason many species are matriarchal in the animal kingdom—Mamas are freaking fierce. Many talk about the abnormal strength you get via adrenaline when we’re face-to-face with fierce physical obstacles—but we don’t talk about the abnormal strength you get via oxytocin, when faced with the emotional complexity and obstacles of love. Both hormones give you the means to protect—but one also gives you the reason to. And I (subjectively) think the reason to is a lot more powerful... Love"

Teddy’s Birth Day.

“I decided to name you Teddy Abbott after your two maternal great-grandfathers and two of the greatest, most loving, kind, and genuine men I'll ever know. The WWII generation of really good men-- I figured you needed one hell of a strong name and although they are big shoes to fill, I have no doubt in you, my little love warrior. I may have given birth to you, but in many ways, you and your sister are the ones who breathe life into me, everyday....”

Fault Lines, Gratitude, & Grace

“I’ve been fiercely independent from a young age, I always thought that was the only safe way to live without ever having to depend on anyone—I actually once thought that was my “strength.” And living in a backwards society that teaches us that vulnerability and receiving help are weaknesses, it took me a long time to question this behavior and the ill-informed assumptions that feed it—and realized that it was actually embracing my vulnerability, lowering my guard, connecting authentically with others, and asking for help that were signs of me finding my strength—and laying the foundation for connection, real connection, the key to happiness, resilience and love—the reason we’re here, how we survive, how we love, and how we heal...”

(un)happy 5th anniversary.

“We both wanted children more than we’ve ever wanted anything in our entire lives—and parenting was something that came so naturally to both of us—you are truly the best things that ever happened to either of us, I know no other statement to be more true. You are our everything—and I hope every day for the rest of your lives, you know this with every fiber of your being. You are our hearts and souls outside our bodies, created in love, and will be raised with love—just from different households...”

You’re two today.

“I can’t believe you turn two today—you change and grow so fast, I worry if I don’t capture your every moment—I’ll lose the memory of the you that you were before today. To think how ungodly early we wake up, but at night, still feel there’s never enough time in a day. As much as I can’t wait for each milestone, inside, I mourn each too. They mean you’re growing up right in front of me—and I just want time to pause, to enjoy this day, this hour, this minute, this moment...”

#imwithher.

“I’m writing this because in 25 years from now, I’d rather be damn proud that I was on the right side of history and stood up for what I believe in than any possible alternative. Since I’m not a journalist and have no allegiance to anyone, except my own humanity, my reasons for voting for Hillary Clinton are black and white. This isn’t 2012, Mitt Romney isn’t the alternative here. Donald Trump is. Stakes are much higher...”