I’m overdoing it. There, I said it.

Last week I sat in my car after leaving Kohl's where I was fast and furiously gathering last minute accessories for my sister's wedding on my lunch break. Shoes and jewelry to match my dress, and coordinating outfits for three miniature humans with very different styles. I finished at Kohl's and needed to run into …

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Why Writing This—Right Now—Matters To Me.

Once upon a time I drafted about a half of a book titled, What to Expect When You Weren't Expecting. I wrote it just after I had my first baby, and it was about dealing with the (shocking, emotional, painful, vomit-filled) truths of pregnancy, and the gut-wrenching feeling of faking thrilledness for a surprise bundle …

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20 Things That Prove I Actually Am An Adult.

I am 31 years old, and 10-year-old me would've thought I was an old fuddy-duddy. However, aging is such an odd thing. As you get older you, of course, mature and your body fat increases and your skin elasticity decreases, but it all happens so subtly that you never actually feel like an adult in …

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