Feeling: “Feelings, feelings and feelings. Let me try thinking instead.” – CS Lewis Now that I’ve risen from the ashes of pregnancy and fly on the Phoenix wings of motherhood, (God, I’m dramatic), I have fully come to terms with one life lesson: Life is not about me. It’s just not. So how am IContinue reading “Currently”
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How I Got My Body Back After The Baby
Three of my biggest tips for anyone looking to get their body back after having a baby!
An open letter to my joy and song: my unborn son, Gunner Xavier Cozad.
On Pregnancy: From The Woman Who Never Wanted To Have Kids
Wanted or not, planned or otherwise, willingly or unwillingly– we as mothers have entered into an agreement with God Himself, the Earth He created, and every soul your child will encounter to be the best versions of ourselves, indefinitely, for the sake of this human.
I’m a rebel bride.
I found a song that used to be my anthem back in 2010. Almost ten years ago. Oh, if only I could go back and whisper words of wisdom to myself back then. I think I would whisper to her the words of this song: “If I made my bed in Hell, Continue reading “I’m a rebel bride.”
Imagine with me that you are six years old. Your hair has never been more healthy because you aren’t in charge of caring for it. The same can be said for the rest of your life. It’s wonderful and carefree because it’s not your own. Not to say that you don’t dream of what itContinue reading “Just believe.”
Where have all the books gone?
When you reach a certain age, in my case 26, you wake up early for things like a new bag of coffee and community garage sales. It’s 8am on a Saturday. I am in an empty home coming off of a night of intense self-care. (Hair masques and face masks and teeth whitening andContinue reading “Where have all the books gone?”
Year in Review: 2017
I quit my dream job, moved in with Derek, modeled, did some public speaking, and puked more times than I’d like to admit.
6 Lessons for 26
What’s life if you aren’t learning?
What REALLY Happened in NOLA
From fake proposal to mechanical bull… here’s the real story.
The Birth of a Coffee Snob
My relationship with coffee, is, what I would assume to be, the same as one’s relationship with cigarettes. Blissfully addicting.
On Memory Making
All the fall things.