If we can't make people outside our own walls—especially those in power— understand what we do, we don't have a chance of surviving, much less thriving, in this environment.

More than ever, this movie--in all its grainy, low-tech, 1970s glory-- is balm for my soul this year.

I recognized a cycle repeating, and it scared me. Because I saw my mother hate her body, I hated mine. Because I hated mine, my children would likely learn to hate theirs. And I couldn't abide that.

Your kindness and generosity brought happiness to so many people's lives. I'm ridiculously, stinkin' lucky to say that I'm one of them.

Trying to learn *all the things* about caring for a child in a spica cast overwhelmed me last fall. This post includes all I've learned--through research and hard knocks--that helped us make it to the other side of the tunnel.

For 2024, I've decided not to make any resolutions. I've declined to set any intentions. I've refused to make big plans. Instead, I'm choosing to make my peace with the "wild mediocrity" this phase of my life is calling for.

It’s not really about the number “40” but more about the severe contraction of that expansive world I envisioned at 30.

I knew Tonya was ill—she’d told me as much before our March call a few weeks ago. But I didn’t know it was the untreatable kind of ill. 

2019 Kristin wondered whether staying home with TJ would make her a better mom. 2023 Kristin is betting that going back to the grind will make her a better mom. We’ll see who’s right.

I can’t in good faith defend Nate’s actions throughout Season 2. But I will defend his humanity and argue that he’s more realistic and relatable than just about any other Ted Lasso character.

How much better would I face things now if I knew that, all along, things weren’t actually OK? That my parents really didn’t know how anything was going to play out? That we just had to deal with uncertainty as it breathes?

These days, as the parent of a toddler, getting up early is par for the course. Being late April, the sun was a bit of a later riser than it was on those summer vacations. I could simply set an alarm for 6:15 a.m., roll out of bed, pull on a sweater and take my balcony seat for the day’s show.

It’s terrifying to realize that the “dream job” you’d been working toward for a long time isn’t. Especially when you have a child. Especially when you’re staring down your 38th birthday.

My walk through the National Civil Rights Museum crystallized my desire to NOT be one of those white faces in the background.