Raising kids is tough. Like, way tough. These resources on gentle parenting have troves of practical advice as well as inspiration to get you through the early days of motherhood (mostly) sane.

When you have young kids, you learn to work as a team. One partner usually ends up being better at, say, getting the kids to bed; and the other ends up being better at, say, getting up at the crack of dawn with them. I fall into the former category.

Ten years ago, Lisa started losing her peripheral vision in her left eye. A visit to the doctor confirmed her worst fears: She had a brain tumor. Her doctor’s advice? Spend as much time as you can with your young kids, and hope for the best.

Okay so I feel mildly hypocritical doing a post about working out now that I just housed a slice of Publix birthday cake from my son’s party last night (#sorrynotsorry)…

If there is one guaranteed way to make my kids stop in their tracks–whatever they’re doing, however far from me, in whatever location in the entire Milky Way–and find their way to me to demand my immediate attention, it is to have me sit down and attempt to work. So when one has to be productive in short, intense bursts, you’ve got to make your workspace just right.

As someone who uses the word “delicious” to describe her baby more frequently than any other word, this is a question I’ve pondered quite a bit. And as it turns out, science can validate that I am not a complete freak show. (At least not in this regard.)

Why do we ignore our gut feelings? How can you harness the innate power of your heart and soul to open up your mind, succeed in your personal and professional life, and understand your own purpose more?

I kind of hate resolutions. There’s this implication that what we are isn’t enough–that we need to be improved upon in some intangible way.

When it comes to good skin, it’s all about the products and the routine. Get the right routine, stick with it, and I promise, you’ll see results!

Let’s be brief. The primary thing that birthing and raising three children has taught me is that, *holy God*, the female body is a freakin’ miracle machine. Like, WE DO THE DAMN THING. Day in and day out.