I gave birth to my 1st daughter when I was in physical therapy school. The mom I am now cringes at the thought of what I put myself through because that is what I thought I needed to do.

A breast pump is more than a pump to me. It means pulling me from something I feel drawn to do so I am available to do more work.

One of my newer goals is to incorporate more things for myself back into my life. Typically I chose exercise, but lately exercise has left me feeling so utterly exhausted. Exhaustion then leads to an emotional roller coaster and sometimes uncontrolled rage (I am tempted to start taking pictures of sh*t I broke postpartum just to keep track of the destruction). So I have decided to use writing as my creative outlet and hopefully save many objects from my destructive force.

Please excuse the typos and grammar because I am a sleep deprived mom of three trying to run a business, parent gently, care for mother earth, re-connect to my inner feminine, build a supportive community and so much more.

My pelvic organs and I went for a New England Mountain bike ride during ovulation and things got interesting.