it’s me. your mom.
hi hunny. it’s me. your mom. your all day ery’day playmate. your constant companion. your personal jungle gym. your butt wiper. your tear drier. your boo boo kisser. your snack bitch.
hi hunny. it’s me. your mom. your all day ery’day playmate. your constant companion. your personal jungle gym. your butt wiper. your tear drier. your boo boo kisser. your snack bitch.
all the terrible, annoying, “is this bitch really suggesting i sleep while the baby sleeps?” advice is still ringing in my ears. with the garbage advice i somehow managed to not roll my eyes at very fresh in my mental and my second pregnancy nearing the home stretch i compiled a list of the tips and tricks i wish were passed along to me as i prepared to become a first time mama.
today my first born has completed an entire rotation around the sun and truth be told, my hormonal pregnant butt is feeling pretty emo about the whole thing. from the moment he was born hunter has been anything but normal. i guess considering who his parents are, we should have expected as much.
i toast the mamas who cringe at the “normalize breastfeeding” hashtag while silently wishing they could also erase the stigma thrown onto formula feeding families. i see you.
to celebrate our thirtieth birthdays and kick off the next decade of our lives, my mister and i traveled to the holy land on an epic pilgrimage. one of the most powerful moments of our trip came as we waded into the cool water of the jordan river. there in the same waters where john baptized jesus, we were baptized.
as a woman, as a writer, and as a republican i will make just one statement on an election in which i have remained mostly silent. regardless which way you voted donald trump is the future president of the united states of america. period. when president obama won both terms i was devastated and straight up terrified for our country. that being said i still called him my president. i still prayed for his success and i sure as hell didn’t take to the streets of new york city to burn the american flag or spray paint swastika symbols on business store fronts.
today marks one year since the doors of k & co. salon and spa opened for the first time. in this last trip around the sun krissy has evolved into a full boss bitch. it has been an inspiration to watch someone i love so deeply push through the terrifying early days of small business uncertainty.
growing up i was never without a pet. first there was luke. my father rescued the black lab from starving in the streets and to this day considers the dog he long buried the greatest friend he ever had.
maui is far from home. like stupid far. flights are long and expensive. i know there will be years i will not see the girl with whom i once shared a one bedroom apartment. some years she will not see her family. i needed to know, to really know inside my bones, that my girl has a home in maui. that she has people on the island who love and understand her.
through the looking glass: greenport, li