You are not a label

Becoming a parent is a funny thing. Before I had Marko, I was carefree. I moved out on my own at age 20 despite the wishes of my well intentioned middle eastern parents. I went to school full-time and worked nearly as much to keep up with my tuition fees. At night, I went out […]

The sweaty car seat battle

So today I experienced something that I think all mothers can relate to: sweating from every pore of your body, a sense that you will quickly suffocate under the layers of clothing you suddenly regret wearing as you desperately try to get your crying child to cooperate for a few minutes. Does it sound familiar? Today […]