Kristi Pahr

Things as simple as a missed call from an unknown number or someone knocking on your door put me into straight up fight or flight. I really do hide from people who come to my door. Real talk, I have gotten on my hands and knees below a window so they wouldn’t see me. I’ve even hidden in the closet. I know. Whacko.

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.

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

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 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.

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

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

It seems like everyone is an introvert these days.

“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.