Kristi Pahr

When my oldest son was a baby, my husband and I used to talk about what sports he would play.

My version of self-care is a little less “best life” and a little more “no life”, but it works for me.

I know how it feels to not contribute financially to the household. I know how it feels to be completely dependent on someone else for my financial stability. I know how it feels to know that if something dreadful and unthinkable happened, I’d be completely destitute. And it’s terrifying.

When I got pregnant for the third time, I was determined to have an unmedicated VBAC. I had big plans. This VBAC was going to be my birth experience salvation. It was going to be empowering and amazing and heal all my hangups. I was going to be a mama goddess and everything was going to be perfect. I was wrong.

If a person meets a certain threshold, it’s considered a pathology called Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Here's how you can spot a narcissist.

I’m not a TV person. I used to be, but not so much anymore.

As a mother of boys, I find this trend disturbing. Yes, we need to build up our girls. We need to empower them and teach them that they are capable and viable and powerful — that they are smart and that they matter. But we cannot devalue our boys in the process.

It seems like everyone is an introvert these days.

I think we can all agree that there is some messed up stuff happening right now.

2016 sucked. If we can’t agree on anything else, I think we can all agree on at least that much.