This weekend I fed Violet a bottle for the first time. Ever. She’s almost 10 months old, so that probably sounds completely crazy, but given that I’ve been nursing, I’ve always passed the bottle to someone else.

People were so incredibly supportive when I posted about my internal struggles with feeding Violet SnuggleMilk, so I . . . → Read More: The First Bottle

When Violet was born, I was vexed by the persistence of formula companies. I tossed the frequent mailings and coupons in the recycling. I returned the welcome gift that our pediatrician’s office gave me — a formula gift pack, oddly bestowed upon me after they asked whether I was nursing and I said yes. I stuck . . . → Read More: Maybe Formula Should Be Called SnuggleMilk

Every day I feel gratitude for Laurel and Violet; I truly do. But I have squeezed them extra tight every day since learning about Kami Bigler’s daughter Afton Jean being born at 26 weeks (12.7 ounces). If you have not yet read Kami’s posts, you should. They reflect incredible courage and grace — Kami’s positive, light-filled . . . → Read More: For Afton Jean

I just dropped Violet off for a short “test drive” visit at her new day care. Things are so different than when I went through this with Laurel. Violet barely noticed when I kissed her goodbye and departed (kudos to the distracting snack puffs…) and I did not sob when I left the parking lot.

Meanwhile, I . . . → Read More: A Sister’s Warning

Last weekend at Camp Mighty, artist Lisa Congdon shared some of her guiding personal and professional principles. Among them was the concept of showing up — being there, as much as you can, for the peeps in your life. (I’m not sure whether this was planned or not, but in Maggie’s intro of Lisa, Maggie noted . . . → Read More: Showing Up

Usually when I’m en route home from a conference, I write about it on the way home. But this time I was tuckered out. Emotionally spent (in a good way) from the outpouring at Camp Mighty, plus I was flying the red eye. I fell asleep instantly once we pulled out of the gate and didn’t . . . → Read More: The Simple Things

I feel grateful for so much in my life. Jon is an amazing, supportive husband. Laurel is one of the sweetest, funniest, and most thoughtful kids on the planet. Violet is adorable, sleeps through the night, and gobbles up all of the food I lovingly puree for her. I have a roof over my head and . . . → Read More: Tomorrow