Kristi Pahr

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

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

Life looks a lot different at 40 than it did at 25, and I have a whole new list of things to worry about. It's a very long list, and it makes me anxious on the best day, plain terrified on the worst day, and on a run-of-the-mill day, it just keeps reminding me that I'm clueless about what to think and what to do and how to be grown.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

It seems like everyone is an introvert these days.