Expert advice for bad-ass maternity boudoir shots
A good photographer can capture a lot of things. A stolen glance from two lovers, the way light softly plays with the highlights of a baby’s hair, the forlorn beauty of a tree dancing in the wind. If a good photographer meets a bold mom-to-be, the ensuing photos can be stunning.
My parents were awesome
I’ve completely fallen in a sweet kind of love with My Parents Were Awesome, one of those single-serving websites that does one thing and one thing only: share vintage shots of awesome parents, all submitted by their kids.
Gaining a step-daughter changed me. And I liked it.
I’ve been a step-mom for two years — I still don’t always know what I’m doing, but I love where I’m at.
An interview with Pushba, the Russian goth mama
As we all know, I’m a little obsessed with Pushba, the Russian mama who is clearly not afraid to let her personality shine so bright that it’s blinded me here in Seattle, some 5000 miles away.
Breech babies and birthing plans
Let’s backtrack to the 37th week, two weeks before Alice was born. Henry and I went to my weekly check-up together, to have “The Talk” with our doctor.
How to make PVC lightsabers for your little padawan
Forgive me while I geek out all over the place, but I saw this craft idea and just about exploded all over the room. Sure, my baby may want to play with it someday, but I’m fairly certain that if we had these, my husband and I would probably never watch TV again.
…And my midwife makes three
I’ll be honest, my motives for seeking out natural childbirth started many years ago and sprang from a very rational fear of gigantic needles. I was scared senseless by the idea of a lightning rod going into my spine, and thought the pain of childbirth had to be preferable.
My pregnancy was unplanned, so why am I so heartbroken over this miscarriage?
For most women week 13 is the time they get to relax as the “danger time” for miscarriage has passed. My week 13 involved getting a bad sign, and the doctor confirming what I already feared was going on: my pregnancy hormone levels had already plummeted, which meant you weren’t alive anymore.