Gemma Hartley

To be honest, I consider myself pretty damn good at adulting. I’m a great cook, as long as I have a recipe. I’m a self-taught professional baker.

To be honest, it’s exhausting, and I am ready to shed this pesky baby weight once and for all. I mean that literally.

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Last week, the internet went into an understandable uproar when a Christian woman decided to take to Facebook to talk about how she is

At Santa Rosa Christian School, dancing was a gateway drug. The gyrating, the slow romantic swaying...

My husband and I have been together for 12 years, eight of them married, four of them teenaged.

I hate some of the things I see my friends and family post on Facebook.

I went on to drink a small glass of wine or two per week throughout my pregnancy once I got over the initial shock of it being unplanned. Once I had adjusted to the fact that I was going to bring another baby into the world, I was still overwhelmed by the stress it brought on. I had suffered from postpartum depression after the birth of my son and we had decided not to have any more children. I didn't want the risks or the horrible anxiety that came with pregnancy. Yet here I was, facing all that uncertainty again. Damn right I needed a drink.

Did you read “gymnastics for grown-ass adults” and get real excited? Like, where can I find this? How can I do this? This sounds awesome!