Kristi Pahr

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

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

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

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

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

I have a confession to make. Target, meh. I’m just not that into it.

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

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.

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.

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.