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Category Archives: respecting your body
Killing Me Softly with Health Food
Parents, I am beginning to believe, can be separated into two categories. There are the ones who have a healthy sense that their kids are going to be just fine as long as they are fed enough, loved enough, and … Continue reading
Am I a Food Nazi?
There are times in life, for all of us I’m sure, when what seemed like perfectly normal behavior whilst we were engaged in it suddenly takes on an aspect of the bizarre, the crazy person, the surreal sense that maybe … Continue reading
When Even Vacation Isn’t Easy
I am a bit of a physical wreck these days — sore right elbow, sore left wrist, aching hip capsule. (“Hip capsule” is a term I learned from my osteopath brother-in-law so I believe it is something that exists, or … Continue reading
What Wonder Woman and I Have in Common: It’s Not What You Think
For those of you who somehow missed the news, last week Wonder Woman unveiled her new look. When I saw her picture, two thoughts flashed across my mind in quick succession: First, she dresses a whole lot like me. Second … Continue reading
Girls’ Night Out
When my friend Teri invited me to a girls’ night, my first idea of what to do was panic. There was a time when I was all about the girls’ night out. When I believed in a sort of aggressive-defensive-sexy … Continue reading
Lily Walks
It’s one of those favorite phrases of parents of young children. “Any day now!” “Any day now!” we chirp as cheerfully as someone as sleep-deprived as the parent of an infant can chirp when someone asks if she is sleeping … Continue reading
Full Circle
I’ve been writing YogaMamaMe since Jake was younger than Lily is now. This makes me think a lot of things: How quickly time passes when you have kids. How scary it is to watch time pass so quickly, especially when … Continue reading
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When a Fresh Perspective Requires a Fresh Perspective (Don’t Look at Your Butt Redux)
You’d think I’d have learned my lesson when I looked at my butt in a mirror at my sister-in-law’s house while four months pregnant. You would, in fact, not be expecting too much to think after that shock I would … Continue reading
High Winds with a Likelihood of Anxiety
There are those (my husband) who will think me a little bit nutty for saying this, but windy days breed anxiety. One might suggest that I am simply looking for something other than my mother to blame my anxiety on. … Continue reading