Kristi Pahr

I have to go shopping tomorrow and I’m dreading it.

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

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

I’m frazzled, y’all; I’m a mess. I’m a basketcase of anxiety and stress and I need to chill.

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

I’ve been pregnant three times, and I have two beautiful, amazing, awe-inspiri

Essential oils have become incredibly popular and can be found everywhere from your local farmer’s market and community festival to social media.

My parenting mantra is: "Do your best and hope he doesn't turn into a sociopath." And I guess that's really all we can do, because if we're honest with ourselves, I think none of us really know what we're doing.

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.

It is understood that to effectively and officially attachment parent your child, you need to hit all the markers, check all the boxes, and do it without dissolving into a crying mess on the floor when your baby won’t stop crying and you only slept for two hours and you have to go to the supermarket because you’re out of coffee, but you shouldn’t even be DRINKING coffee and you’re the worst mother in the world.