Sandy Jorgenson

Sandy Jorgenson

Bio

Writer by day and snack-eater by night, Sandy Jorgenson is a badass and brave mother to one fierce and beauty-filled girl. Find Sandy at sandsmama.com writing about her experience with motherhood, pregnancy loss, secondary infertility and body image, or find her in the water somewhere trying desperately to morph into the mermaid she so badly wants to be.

Sandy Jorgenson Articles

How lovely were the carefree days of being a younger adult.

7 Realities of Adulthood That Can Kiss My Ass

Griping about adulting is a fun thing that we like to do, I know.

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The pain of miscarriage lingers every single day.

My Miscarriage Left Me Holding My Body In Contempt

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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Owning your choices as a parent rocks (Image Credit: Unplash / London Scout)

Opting Out Of Pre-K: Totally Okay

You'll have to excuse me while I sit myself down for one stern-ass pep talk about the importance of trusting my gut, having the courage of my convictions, and marching bodly ahead in my resove to absorb every last minute I get with my growing girl, knowing that never again will these days be upon me.

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"As the daughter of a writer, I was born with a little mechanical pencil in my left hand. Writing is in me."

#RavsWriters: Sandy Jorgenson - Mother, Martin Sexton Fan, Frank Canadian

Welcome to #RavsWriters, an opportunity for you to get to know some of the outstanding human beings who fervently type to make Ravishly the awesome place it is. ​

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Perhaps I say this to benefit you, as much as I’m saying it because I need to hear it myself: the time for mourning has long passed.

Stand Up And Fight (After You Feed The Kids)

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?

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For the first year of my daughter’s life, while the fog of depression had enveloped me, I was positive I was alone. (Image:Thinkstock)

No Mother Is An Island: Surviving Postpartum Depression 

My daughter was just reaching her first birthday before the dense fog of postpartum depression started to lift off of me. I didn’t realize it right away, though – and I certainly hadn’t even realized I was suffering from PPD at all.

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Life with little ones is never the same again.

8 Places Parents With Small Children Can No Longer Go

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

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