If you’re like me, you’ve had your future kids’ names picked out since you were a kid yourself. Or, at least I thought I did. Admittedly, the names I loved as a kid kind of lost their luster as I got older (plus, I gave away the good names on my dolls… damn it). But, the point is, I’ve been thinking about baby names for a long time. So, picking out my son’s name should’ve been a piece of cake, right? Wrong. Very wrong. First of all, it’s not just me that has to pick a name… m

It’s safe to say that at some point in our lives we will get someone’s unsolicited advice. And we all know that person: the one who is an expert on everything and feels its’ their duty to share; the maven, or perhaps it is someone who truly is well-intentioned, but lacks a little self-awareness. And I’m sure we’ve all been that person from time-to-time. To be clear, I’m talking about the kind of advice that you didn’t ask for: you know, like when you’re a first time mom and a

“Rise” premieres this week, and while I would encourage everyone to watch it because it’s such a great show that I’m so proud of, that’s not what this post is about. Instead, I want to talk about what working on this show for the past year has meant to me. My journey with “Rise” started way before I had any inkling that it’d be made into a show, back when it was a book called “Drama High.”. As a Spring Awakening super fan, I had a google alert about anything Spring Awakening

In some ways I can’t believe it’s only been a few weeks since this sweet boy came into my life— it feels like both an eternity since he’s been here, but also like no time has passed at all. I guess that’s kind of symbolic of what motherhood and birth is like. Time stops, or at the very least it operates in a very different way than what is considered normal. They say babies come at their own time and have their own schedules, and as a self-proclaimed schedule queen, I can att