Kristi Pahr

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

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.

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

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.

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

My version of self-care is a little less “best life” and a little more “no life”, but it works for me.

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

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

“Is she Black or white?” I asked another mom who was describing a little girl in her son’s class that she thought my family might know.