I love my mother.

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.

I never thought I’d have a daughter.

Sometimes I do envision just being a stay at home mom but not working isn’t an option for me currently.

I’m never as happy as when I’m pregnant. I literally would have 10 babies if I could!

My mother is who she is. I’ve become who I am. At some point I realized those two just didn’t go together.

I’m scared of screwing up my kids.

I’m not happy not doing anything. When positive things are rolling in, you’ve got to take them when you can get them.

With two kids it’s hard to find down time to write so I often write during their nap time.

Oh my God, I’m not anorexic. I acknowledge that I look thin in photos. I get it.