Rob and I are better parents while adventuring, simply because we are happier, more present, more appreciative of a new place. It's not easier, by any means. But it's worth it.
To The Guy In Front Of Me On The Plane
I'm truly sorry that fate frowned on you, and positioned your seat directly in front of me and my squirmy 16-month-old on the long cross-country flight yesterday.
Away
A poem by Brianna Randall.
Surrendering my Expectations of Motherhood
Motherhood means dwelling within these transitions.
Rebirth
All good stories start with water. With a flow, a rush, a release. So did you.
The Space Between Contractions
I want to tell you about the calm in the center of a storm. About a timeless place of softly swirling nothing. About drifting weightless across eons that span mere moments. About a galaxy inside of each of us that is filled with peace and trust and so much depth.
The Universal is the Most Personal
By Brianna Randall. Someone else is sharing my inner space: my breath, my blood, my body.
Growing a Baby on a Boat
By Brianna Randall. I attribute my breezy early pregnancy to the fact that I was on a sailboat, anchored amidst lazy tropical islands with nothing I had to do and nowhere I had to go.
Sour Cream and Onion Dip (Yeah, Right.)
By Brianna Randall. When I crave sour cream and onion dip with potato chips, I'm ecstatic if one of the three restaurants in town is serving fried fish with mayonaise on top.
Peeing on a Stick
By Brianna Randall. I always thought I'd pee on the stick in my own familiar bathroom, in my own comfortable home, at just the right moment.
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