Is love all you really need? Surviving postpartum depression.

I love motherhood, but it doesn’t love me. That was the message I was telling myself to try to maintain some semblance of sanity. I just wasn’t cut out for it and it wasn’t my fault. Some women are naturally called to be mothers, some aren’t. I feared I fell into the latter category. But, […]

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Moms poop, too

I sneak out of the kitchen while they’re distracted and make my way like a ninja through the sitting room, bedroom and into the room that once was my sanctuary—the master bath. The deep, white soaking tub large enough for a synchronized swim team; his and her sinks; a glass walk-in shower that almost disappears […]

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