I got confident. Satisfied in the emotional roads I have traveled over the last eleven months. Secure that I have become a better version of myself. Stronger. Stable in my worth. Steadfast in using my voice- standing behind my feelings. This foundation was laid in a vacuum. A place in my life devoid of real … Continue reading The real test begins

I have anxiety. It builds in me and makes it terribly uncomfortable to sit still. It overtakes my body and my mind. I managed it in high school with singing and swim team. When I had a particularly rough day (the joys of hormone imbalance, lack of control, and depression) I had my arsenal of … Continue reading Running may save my sanity

Divorce can be really daunting. Our divorce seemed to take an eternity to complete. The negotiations on the million little things you wouldn't have thought about. The things my brain worried about for months- details that seemed to take Moose's father off guard. Priorities. Compromises. It's a lot. The contrast between the end of a … Continue reading Co-Parenting 101

My baby turned two ten days ago. A milestone that snuck up on me. The second anniversary of my son bursting into my world- rocking it to it's foundation- rebuilding it in the most beautiful and unexpected way. I have mentioned before that I never wanted kids. I knew that they required a level of … Continue reading My baby is two!

It seems April is the national awareness month for Cesarean Sections. My first thought upon reading this tidbit was that we have an awareness month for just about everything. I must admit, I wrote it off- threw the trivia to the far corners to my mind. But it keeps popping up. In my Facebook and … Continue reading A month of Awareness

I want to write about body image. I want to pull together this eloquent synopsis of how magical my body is for creating a tiny human, despite it's shortcomings. That I built a person and then fed him for a year with this body. I sustained life. I am magical. Body positivity everywhere! But I … Continue reading Scars and Stretch marks

I am a rather sentimental person. I attach heavy meaning to things. Due to that, my name has considerable meaning for me- it is part of my identity. I have always felt that way. Which has provided a complicated history with my designation. My first name is Aaron- an unlikely spelling for a female. Throughout … Continue reading What’s in a name?

It is odd how we mark time. There are milestones to be met. Dates to remember. When someone hears that I have a son, their first question is "how old is he?" When I was married, within the initial set of questions was, "how long have you two been together?" The marks of time passing- … Continue reading The end of an era

I have dubbed Moose the ambassador of Mass. He takes an unabashed joy in trying to make friends with any individual seated within his vicinity. He will climb onto the pew for better access to those seated behind us. He will slide to his left or right to greet those beside us. He waves, babbles, … Continue reading Unwavering Spirit

I have been battling a cold. And a really tumultuous toddler with a cold. I could write that and leave it there. Anyone with kids- or who's been sick- would take that as reason enough to be behind in writing. But it isn't the whole truth. The whole truth is that I have been battling … Continue reading Disheveled thoughts