Kristi Pahr

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.

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

My parenting mantra is: "Do your best and hope he doesn't turn into a sociopath." And I guess that's really all we can do, because if we're honest with ourselves, I think none of us really know what we're doing.

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

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

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

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.

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

I have to go shopping tomorrow and I’m dreading it.