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Coming Home to My Yoga Practice

Coming Home to My Yoga Practice

Postpartum reflections on returning to my mat and teaching again  

Coming Home to My Yoga Practice

Postpartum reflections on returning to my mat and teaching again  

What I Learned on Our First Family Vacation

What I Learned on Our First Family Vacation

Our first trip as a family to Kauai wasn’t perfect — there were broken suitcases, fevers, and plenty of lessons in patience — but it was filled with magic, too....

What I Learned on Our First Family Vacation

Our first trip as a family to Kauai wasn’t perfect — there were broken suitcases, fevers, and plenty of lessons in patience — but it was filled with magic, too....

The Village We Weren’t Meant to Live Without

The Village We Weren’t Meant to Live Without

Motherhood was never meant to be done alone. 💛 From the friend who brings you a meal to the one who folds your laundry or takes your toddler to the...

The Village We Weren’t Meant to Live Without

Motherhood was never meant to be done alone. 💛 From the friend who brings you a meal to the one who folds your laundry or takes your toddler to the...

Let’s Talk Cosleeping

Let’s Talk Cosleeping

This post shares my honest journey into cosleeping — something I never planned to do when I was pregnant. I walk through how reflux and food intolerances changed our sleep...

Let’s Talk Cosleeping

This post shares my honest journey into cosleeping — something I never planned to do when I was pregnant. I walk through how reflux and food intolerances changed our sleep...

“Will I Ever Feel Enough?”

“Will I Ever Feel Enough?”

A reflection on anxiety, motherhood, and the lifelong journey of being at home in ourselves.

“Will I Ever Feel Enough?”

A reflection on anxiety, motherhood, and the lifelong journey of being at home in ourselves.

The Sweetness of a Slow Morning

The Sweetness of a Slow Morning

Sometimes the most ordinary mornings are the ones that ground us the most. Today was slow, quiet, and everything we needed.

The Sweetness of a Slow Morning

Sometimes the most ordinary mornings are the ones that ground us the most. Today was slow, quiet, and everything we needed.