4 New Year’s Resolutions to Make in the Name of Love

By Isabel F. William

I may be a little chubby on the hips and I may have made one too many promises to myself, like the one where I’m giving up chocolate and carbs altogether along with dropping the Netflix binge-watching. I may also have mentally committed to working out regularly, five times a week. Maybe I’ve even gone to the point of promising myself to keep the family gatherings (hint: mother-in-law visits) civil. And maybe, but just maybe – I’ve failed to do all of these altogether. Continue reading

When the Holidays Bring More Pain than Joy

By Cece Flores

The holiday season is one that brings images of togetherness, comfort and joy to mind…depending on whose mind you’re examining. For some of us, the seemingly immediate jump from Halloween to Christmas feels like someone stomped on the panic button in our brains. The transition is so quick it can feel subtly violent, like a month of your time has just been erased from your life. Why do we Eternal Sunshine the month of November? Not cool.
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Little Things To Be Grateful For This Thanksgiving

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By Becky Houdesheldt

I love the fall. The leaves start to change, the temperature starts to drop, and I can feel the change in the air. It’s the season for football, sweatshirts, potlucks, and pumpkin-flavored everything. Cool crisp air, beautiful colors, bonfires with s’smores and hot drinks. It is, by far, my favorite time of year.

Fall can get a bad reputation – either it is too warm or too cold, it doesn’t last long enough, it’s a precursor to winter or it’s the end of summer. But when I think of fall on its own – everything about it is wonderful. It is also called the “start of the holiday season” which, I think, is a bit absurd because quite frankly there’s a whole month from the time fall starts to the first fall holiday (hello Halloween). Continue reading

I’m Done Crunching Numbers

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By Christie Page

Standing in the middle of a path lined with wild flowers with the sun blazing unforgiving on my face I took the deepest breath of my life. I inhaled pine and palm, sky and lake. I concentrated on the beads of sweat dripping into the small of my back and acknowledged the pain in my right calf after too many fractures and Achilles ruptures.

I gave thanks to my body for surviving me. I gave thanks to my mind for surviving me. I gave thanks that I was able to stand in this place, at this time and take in that deep breath and I exhaled and forgave myself for the last year, for my failures, for everything I put myself through, because I seem so fundamentally broken at times. Continue reading

Choosing Presence Instead Of Comparison

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By Becky Houdesheldt

This morning, as my son was entertaining himself in the living room while I made a quick cup of coffee, I thought to myself, maybe he’s behind. Maybe he’s not being challenged enough at home. My friends who have babies around the same age are crawling, or sitting without any assistance at all, or making clearly articulated sounds. Maybe I’m doing something wrong.

How often I have felt this way the past 19 months. I say this because my whole pregnancy I doubted myself, the actions I took, the way I handled everything. I gained too much weight. I didn’t read enough. I didn’t go to enough classes. And now that Carson is here, my doubts have shifted. I still worry about myself, I haven’t lost any weight post pregnancy, I don’t feel like I look or behave like other moms. Continue reading

20 Foolproof Steps to Working Out in the Third Trimester of Pregnancy

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By Jillian Stacia

We all know that working out requires a certain level of motivation. And exercising while pregnant is particularly challenging. But working out in the third trimester? That’s something else entirely.

That’s why we created this 20-step exercise regimen for the extremely pregnant. It’s the ideal program for those dealing with heartburn, back pain, and frequent urination. For best results, skip working out altogether and watch Netflix instead. Continue reading

Unpacking the Phrase: ‘I’m Dating My Best Friend’

Unpacking the Phrase I_m Dating My Best Friend

By Jillian Leslie

New age romance means being in love with your “best friend” …or does it? It seems like every month, this same narrative is being glorified and plastered somewhere between E! News and/or in a slew of celebrity magazines. All of which are cleverly titled, “I’m dating my best friend!” Admittedly, my initial thought upon seeing this is usually, “how sweet!” or “what a cool/idyllic romance!” But, in giving more thought to this phenomenon, it got me thinking, what exactly IS so appealing about calling your romantic partner your best friend?

While I have a lot of questions surrounding this topic, I know one thing is for sure: all opinions on this topic have to do with how one personally defines “best” friendship. Continue reading

Wives, I Implore You: Date Your Husband

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By Dakota Burgess

I am one of those lucky women that can say her marriage is thriving, but it wasn’t always this way. I was 16 when my husband and I got together. I was young and head over heels in love, so when he proposed on Christmas Eve just after I turned 17, of course I said yes. A month later, we found out we were having a baby. All I’d ever wanted was to be a mama, and he afforded me that gift. When I was 18, we got married as a family of three. Our son was 8 months old at our wedding.

Through the years, we were “forced to grow up.” We knew what we were doing when we decided to have a baby and get married so young, but what we didn’t realize was the toll it takes on a relationship. Especially a relationship where we didn’t really get to know each other. We knew we loved each other and we were in it for the long haul, but I couldn’t have really told you what his hopes, dreams, and goals were. I don’t think I even really knew mine, except that they included him. Continue reading