Recently, Thirty On Tap contributor Catherine Miele wrote about how she’s scared to have a second child in today’s political landscape. I’m currently pregnant with my first child and can completely relate to Catherine’s feelings. I’ve found myself thinking about this more and more with every passing news story. I’m insecure about so many things when it comes to motherhood, but nothing scares me more than having to raise a child in the Trump Administration. Continue reading
By Kate Kole
You know those stories your family members have told so many times, that even if you can’t fully remember them yourself, or you weren’t present for the making of the memories in the first place, it feels like you were? You can picture the people and the scene so well that you practically convince yourself that you were right there in the middle of the action, laughter, and joy. Continue reading
I am an only child, and so is my husband.
As a result of my upbringing, I’ve always imagined having at least two children.
That’s not to say my two-year-old son is less than my entire world – after all, his perfectly fitting name means “bringer of light” – yet I, perhaps selfishly, want him to know what it’s like to have a best friend in the form of a brother or sister.
But (because there’s always a but) I’m scared to try. Continue reading
Nowadays, “self-care” is as ubiquitous as gym selfies and Instagram-worthy slices of avocado toast.
That is to say, self-care is everywhere.
As the wife of a licensed professional counselor and as somebody who lives with my own mental health issues, I believe that practicing self-care is a critical component to living a well-balanced life.
But are we taking the concept of self-care too far? Are we misunderstanding what it means to care for ourselves deeply and compassionately? Continue reading
There is a heaviness that hits my heart each year when I flip the calendar page to July. I feel it as I struggle to sleep in the middle of the night, I feel it in my initial waking thoughts each morning, and I feel it as my mind wanders throughout the day.
As I rolled out of bed a few hours ago, I felt it’s deepest twinge. The way I always do on the 3rd. I thought of my brother and our last memory together as we sat laughing in the hallway of our family home. It’s been 13 years since then, and still, it’s grip on me and its significance in my life is as strong now as it ever was. Continue reading
I grew up in a middle-class Midwestern family. My dad was a college professor, and my mom self-employed. While we never went without, we also didn’t live extravagantly. Many of our activities were of the free or budget friendly variety, hiking at state parks, playing basketball in the driveway, at home movie nights, and card games around the kitchen table. We carved pumpkins in the fall, decorated frosted snowman cookies in the winter, planted flowers in the spring, and fished on the lake in the summer.
My childhood shaped me in a variety of ways. It provided me with an appreciation for quality time with the people I love. I grew to enjoy homemade meals, library books, and using my imagination for entertainment. I came to prefer spending time outdoors and still opt for weekend afternoons spent on our deck or playing bags in the yard over ones spent inside or shopping at the mall. My childhood also shaped the way I now view money. Today, I embrace so many of the same financial decisions my parents made while raising my siblings and me. Continue reading
By De Elizabeth
Let’s be real: the first trimester of pregnancy is pretty terrible, but the second is like a little vacation. You feel energetic and hungry again, and basically like your normal self. But then comes the third trimester, which is a whole other beast entirely. In some ways, you find yourself nostalgic for the first few weeks; sure you were nauseous as hell, but at least you could move around, tie your shoes, and sleep through the night without getting up seven million times to pee. You know, the good ol’ days. With that in mind, here are some gifs that just perfectly describe the last stage of pregnancy. Continue reading
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Pregnancy is different for everyone, but all can agree that it’s an intense, life altering experience. Having just made it through the first trimester myself, the one thing I appreciated the most was honesty. And because we believe in keeping it real, here’s a no BS, tried and true list of what you can actually expect during your first few months of pregnancy: Continue reading
I’ve experienced the craving to live with less for a while. Not to create scarcity or restriction in my life, but rather, to live simply and more intentionally. Put in the kitchiest of ways, to have a place for everything, everything in its place, and for all of those deliberately chosen and placed items to have a purpose.
So, room by room, closet by closet, and drawer by drawer, I set out to trash, recycle, and donate all the excess stuff I’ve managed to accumulate in the last 30 years. When I habitually found myself unable to sleep at 4 am, I rolled out of bed and began tackling one project at a time. Surprisingly, the sorting, decluttering, and tossing became therapeutic. It felt freeing to quite literally let shit go. Continue reading