Kristi Pahr

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

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

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

Once your doctor or midwife has cleared you for sex and you’re feeling ready to get back in the saddle, so to speak, there are a few things you’ll need to mentally prep yourself for.

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 found my first gray hair when I was 12 years old. Twelve. I had gray hair before I had a period.

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

I’m lazy as hell, you guys. I know it’s true and I’m not particularly ashamed.

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