It sounds funny if you say it aloud, “midwifery.” However funny it may sound, it isn’t. It is a very serious profession that often goes unrecognized, or if recognized, it often gets looked down on. Continue reading “Midwifery”
Most of you know the mental illnesses I struggle with: PTSD, major depressive disorder, severe anxiety disorder, etc. Then there’s the physical illnesses: crazy food allergies, gut impermeability, migraines, loss of hearing, adrenal fatigue, frightening memory loss… All the doctors agree that it has to be some auto immune disease, but no one can pin point WHICH auto immune disease. So, I eat clean, exercise, take my meds and vitamins, and go to therapy. I do what I’m “supposed” to do. Continue reading “I don’t remember.”
There are some very specific times in my life when I have distinctly known that God was telling me “no.” Sometimes I obeyed, and sometimes I did not, and suffered the consequences, as any child would. But there have also been some momentous occasions when God has told me, “YES!”. Continue reading “When God tells you “Yes.””
Abortion seems to be such a black and white area these days; no room for grey. Either you are for it, whole heartedly, or you are firmly against it and everyone who has every had one or considers it. Continue reading “Abortion shaming”
Since tomorrow I will be spending the day with my own mother, I felt the need to blog this today.
When most people think of Mother’s Day, they imagine what they will buy for their mom (or wife), what they will cook her, or whether they will take her out to eat or shopping, etc. Continue reading “A Day for Mothers”
Can we just lay it out there? Migraines suck. Bad. they are painful and blinding and nauseating. They wreak havoc on your daily life and forbid sleep from coming. That’s just on a normal day. Continue reading “Being a mom with Migraines”
I’m not a dog person. I don’t like to be licked, slobbered on, or jumped on. I don’t want dog hair all over my furniture or on my clothes or in my house. I don’t hate animals; I’m just not that girl. I do not call my dogs, “fur babies, ” or treat them better than my own children. They are fed, played with, sheltered, and protected. I am not inhumane; I’m just not a dog person. (Before everyone out there who IS a dog lover freaks out…please keep reading). Continue reading “My dog. My friend. Rest in Peace.”