Sandy Jorgenson

Everybody who’s a parent can attest to the fact that the lives they once knew are far behind them.

When a bereaved mother is left alone, how deep into the recesses of her mind does she wander? Does she surface for air? Does she want to come out at all?

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The tumult that’s been rippling through our country has me begging the question: what do we do when we feel the defeat of a woman and the rise of a monster bearing down on us?

This article is the second in a two-part series.

So, women, I’m talking to you — give yourself permission to love every inch of you. Honor your body, and meet it where it is. To those of you who’ve given birth: you’re forever changed. Relinquish the idea that you need to get your body back to looking the way it did before your baby was born.

Anybody who has lived through those early days of parenthood (and let’s be totally forthright, here… those seasoned parents, too) knows e

You’d have a hell of a time if you ever dared to crawl through the recesses of a first-time mother’s brain.

Two years ago, I had a two-year-old daughter who’d never met her grandfather.