Most mamas I talk to in the postpartum period tell me that they want to do yoga because it’s easy, slow, and mindful- exactly what a mom needs after having a baby. That slow meditative practice is part of the reason I encourage moms to do yoga in general, regardless of how postpartum they are. But, in today’s yoga ‘climate’ there are a lot of styles and classes that aren’t any of these things. Meaning, they might not be conducive to the adjustment a new mom’s body is undergoi

It's starting to feel like fall. The mornings are crisp, the leaves are changing, and Trader Joe's has everything pumpkin back on the shelves. I'm ready for the change this year and all it is to bring- the soups, sweaters, and yes... the pumpkin everything. My little man is forced to miss his pancake day at school each week and so I decided, with the kickoff of fall, I would make a special treat which, he gobbled up happily. These were super easy to whip up- throw everything

This morning as I scrolled through my Instagram feed I saw a fitness model post a picture of a food many of her followers (and likely most people in general) would deem unhealthy. I started to scroll past because to me it was just a regular meal. And then a comment from one of her followers caught my eye... “You deserve it”. I wondered WHAT she did to make her follower think she deserved food as a reward. What could the model have possibly done that was so awe-inspiring that

Meet Kristen. Kristen and I met in an online business group. It took us several months to connect but once we did, it was like I was talking to a long lost friend. It was apparent to me rather quickly that she and I were supposed to be in that group together- we needed to meet. I think of this lady as my business soul sister. Not only is she one of the most positive individuals I've ever met, but she's inspiring, witty, and always on point with her thought and advice. When ta

Yesterday was a really hard day. I woke up with my hands swollen and achy. I couldn’t put on Ethan’s shoes or tighten the buckle of his car seat. I cried. I felt broken… I felt isolated. Here we are hoping for a second kid and I can’t even do the small tasks I need to do for the one we already have. I was tired. Hell, I am tired… tired of feeling broken and tired of feeling like my body is letting me down. And, my first instinct when something like this happens is to turn it

As moms we are often bursting at the “giving” seams, spending all day taking care of other people and addressing other their needs and emotions. We have a ton on our plates; many of us managing work, cooking, cleaning and laundry among other things. And often, we sacrifice our wants and need for those around us not only to please and comfort but because we think it makes us better; a better mother, a better partner and a better person. So much changes in becoming a mom; the b

I used to exercise to look a certain way. I had goals for my body; a six-pack, defined delts, and a perky booty. And to get there, I exercised a lot - I ran, lifted weights, taught 6 yoga classes a week, walked to work, biked to school, and then likely ran again. I never fully met my goals and, I had no purpose other than those looks that I saw in all my magazines, which were lying in stacks in the bookcases of my apartment. And then Ethan came along and changed that. Or rath