Saving Myself from Food Snobbery

As if working out intensely for five days a week and wearing a size 2 was not good enough, I was determined to “get ripped.” I had finally overcome my fear of the scale and felt content with weighing an average of 7 more pounds since before I got pregnant with my son a few…

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An Ode to the Old Diva Who Called Out My Kid

My little trouble maker For the older woman who called out my kid as I waited patiently for my phone to get fixed: “I wish that kid would shut up” she said. As he yelled happily and sporadically ran. “I wish you would remember what it is like to have a child who is two.”…

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