I am bundle of nerves riddled with irrational fears.

You know, you only get one family, and you have to make it work.

My whole life story is kind of a backhanded compliment.

I wasn't truly comfortable with myself until I was about 30. I spent so much time and energy wondering if I wasn't worthy, and trying to find people to validate me, instead of validating myself.

There are days when I struggle with wanting to be a full-time, stay-at-home mom, and feeling guilty about that because I work.

I feel like the second child feels like they have to do everything faster.

I was always cast doing something athletic. I can't do a cartwheel.