What NOT to do when your friends have a newborn
In the first couple of weeks after giving birth, I found myself showered with food, presents, and presence. But it was really after the six weeks passed that I found myself quite alone — people weren’t visiting anymore, but it was still hard for me to get out with a newborn. This is the best time to be there for your friend. But here are some of my major don’ts, that you could help manage if you’re there!
It’s not “ruining a diet,” it’s called “living life”
To tell people who are so committed to a part of their lives that it could be in jeopardy from a single hot dog (or an entire plate full of them) is ridiculous. And it’s part of what is wrong with the “diet culture” in our society. It’s not a fucking diet. It’s just life…
How can I be the best friend to a new mom?
I’m looking for advice from moms, and those who love them, on how I can be a good friend to my BFF who is having a baby. I need a bit of a rundown on how I can expect our relationship to change. So how do I be the best pal to a new mom given our relative distance? And how do I make sure I don’t accidentally make her life harder trying to keep our friendship going?
#vanlife: The Instagram accounts of people traveling and living in vans that you should be following
I realized that I follow a lot of people traveling the world in vans on Instagram. And, as much as traveling the world in a camper van does not sound like something I want to do, it is something I love to virtually experience. So if you want a taste of this in your feed every day, here are some #vanlife Instagram accounts you should follow…
What do you pack for lunch?
At the grand old age of 35 I’m still figuring out how to be an adult. One thing I wish someone had warned me of is that one of the hardest parts will be feeding yourself. A challenge I’ve had for years is… I just don’t know what to pack for lunch at the office. Homies, what do you pack for lunch?
Hangin’ with my homebees: Our experience with “beekeeping lite”
We just received, what feels like, the most unusual wedding present in the history of matrimony. My new mother-in-law gave us a beehive — complete with ten thousand happily buzzing inhabitants.
So, if anyone is thinking of getting a beehive, here is what I have learned so far…
The idea of “home” in my head looks nothing like where I actually live
When I picture a “home” I imagine a 2000 square foot cookie cutter suburban house, with builder beige walls, that is neat as a pin and sparsely decorated.
But I’ve never lived in a house that’s been decorated like this. If you gave me a million dollar budget and an entire Pottery Barn catalog to choose from I would never, ever come out of the other side with rooms decorated like this.
So why is this somehow the gold standard for me? How in the world does this read as “home” when I’ve never had a home that looks anything like it?
The Gateboarder: The luggage you can ride
I know we already talked about luggage recently, but bear with me right now, because this is what happened this weekend… I’m scrolling through my Facebook feed, when I see this photo of my friend Adama, who explained, “I’ve mostly caved to being an adult, I pay my taxes and I don’t miss flights, but at least my luggage can low-key be a scooter.”