Carrie Saum

Sick? Don't want to drink a gallon of Nyquil? Try this!

This is becoming an expensive habit, but nothing really says “I love you” like homemade cookies, so I’m going with it.

The shame was overwhelming. Why was my body broken? What had I done to my baby? I began to spiral into self-loathing. Gestational diabetes felt like a failure.

Whoever Waldorf is, I love their style of salads the most. Fruit, celery, creamy goodness. It's hard to go wrong. I mean, you CAN go wrong, but you shouldn't because that would be silly.

When I talked to my doctor about the forgetfulness and resulting anxiety I was experiencing, she suggested that I make lists, try bullet point journaling, and work on taking more time for self-care.

Every year, I recreate my favorite street vendor’s glüwine (pronounced glue-vine), and remember that crazy freedom. I’m instantly transported back to those snowy cobblestone streets, freezing hands and feet, warm belly, and everything tinged with magic even while being naively idiotic.

Summer is winding down.

The country is kind of obsessed with KonMari. I get it. Truly, I do.

Okay, so the world feels like it’s ending. I know it does because I have facebook and I read the news and I’m on this planet.

Peanut butter can provide a good hit of protein and in the mornings, that’s what I need more than anything else. Except I love pastries.