By Brianna Randall. Someone else is sharing my inner space: my breath, my blood, my body.
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.
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.
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.
By Brianna Randall. Do you ever notice that when you hang out with your siblings you feel like a kid again?
By Brianna Randall. Turns out you need a lot less stuff to raise kids in the Tonga.
By Brianna Randall. I think sometimes about total freedom. About non-attachment. About lightness and fullness, and the space between.
A traveler in a French Polynesia learns that connecting with kids goes beyond knowing how to speak the language.
These kids know me and I know them right back, start to finish.
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.
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