My husband smashed a geode in the driveway before we rushed to the hospital to have a baby. The rock was unassuming on the outside, but filled with pockets of amazing sparkle on the inside.


Anna is cracking me open. In magnificent + heartbreaking ways.

I can see my strengths and weaknesses that much more clearly. Like looking through a magnifying glass.

Some days I “have it together” – whatever that means.

Other days I feel as if motherhood is swallowing me whole, and my brain is tired mush by dinner time.

But really, I should never claim to have it together. For if I do, it is specific to that moment. And most likely related to if I got any sleep.

Because just as parenting goes, once I have it “figured out” it changes, just like that.