“It is better to light one small candle than to curse the darkness.” — Eleanor Roosevelt It’s been six weeks since I last blogged. Six. Weeks. I’d like to say I spent the last six weeks doing something terribly exciting or productive – like taking a European vacation or building a chicken coop or perhaps an entire barn – but the reality is I didn’t do much at all. I was tired. I slept. A lot. I couldn’t focus. I existed. I stayed afloat. But most importantly, I began to wonder if something might be wrong with me. I’ve been living with generalized anxiety disorderRead More →

A little more than two years ago, I wrote about my experiences nursing a preschooler. At the time I discussed the fact that my nearly 4-year-old daughter was still nursing and how I never planned or expected to be nursing a 4-year-old, yet it just happened. “I didn’t set out to nurse a preschooler, but somehow along the way my sweet little baby grew from an infant to a toddler and eventually blossomed into a preschooler in what now seems like the blink of an eye. I am confident this won’t go on forever and when I look back on this time when she’s 10Read More →