If you’ve never seen the gossip mag TV version of TMZ, I’ll break it down for you. The basic format of the show is that cameras film a staff meeting of sorts where they all report to their boss on what’s going down with the celebs for the week. They discuss the week’s stories, intermingled with short clips of some...

I’ve often noticed various moms around the internet complaining about women who complain about having an oversupply of breastmilk. These moms are under-producing, and feel that women who complain of oversupply are only doing it to rub their hyperlactation abilities in the low-producers’ faces. They equate it to a billionaire complaining about having too much money. To these under-producing moms,...

For a long time, for a whole lot of reasons, I kept my mental issues out of my internet spaces. Part of me just didn’t want to deal with my own feelings about it. Part of me knew I’d be judged and looked down upon. Part of me knew I’d get too much support (the kind that makes me more...

Moms who love breastfeeding are some of the most supportive and passionate people I know. We all want what’s best for our babies, and we all want to help support other moms to achieve their goals. Breastfeeding mothers often face special challenges – not necessarily from breastfeeding itself, but from a strange cultural distaste toward the act. Our American society...

Thanksgiving weekend, I got an email from a woman named Sheila. Her friend Liz was an avid reader of my blog, so when Liz nearly died in childbirth earlier that month, Sheila wanted me to know. Sheila hoped that I could say something to Liz to help give her hope, and keep her fighting for her life. Liz suffered a...

Saying that I had “a case of the Mondays” this week is the understatement of the century. There will be no positivity in this post. The SUCK is far too great, and I’m not going to sugar-coat it. I went to the general practitioner (assigned to me by the state, since we’re on Medicaid right now) about my worsening anxiety...

For the last dozen years, I’ve been suffering from on-again/off-again stress-induced anxiety problems. I’m high strung by nature, and after I landed in the ER a few times in my late-teens and early twenties thinking I was dying of a heart attack, some doctors figured out that my episodes were merely severe panic attacks. But I don’t like brain-altering drugs...