Kristi Pahr

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

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.

Soundgarden was part of something bigger, something that changed everything.

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

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

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

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

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

Don’t be an asshole is my barometer. It’s my go-to for figuring out how to respond to any given situation, big or small, personal, local, or global.

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.