Here are the things you need to know:
I love motherhood, and I find it isolating.
The ways in which we isolate ourselves in the name of individualism, under the forces of patriarchy and capitalism, does not create a healthy or supportive atmosphere from which to raise our children.
I don’t believe we were meant to do it this way. I want to change the way we parent. More than that, I want to change the way we relate to parenting, and to the systems of oppression that help make parenting what it is.
So I write.
I’m a highly sensitive parent, and that creates its own set of gifts and challenges. I’ll write about that, too.
My life is messy, as all lives really are. I will not shy away from the messy, but try to put it into words so that you might find a shred of recognition, and in that moment, our messiness unites us.
I believe in magic.
I practice it, and I teach it to my sons. It keeps away bad dreams, and holds a center for the family, and grants me something to hold onto that feels firm and everlasting.
As I start this blog, I am 38 weeks pregnant with my second penis-having person (gender to be revealed when he reveals it to me). I’ll be taking a four-five month maternity leave to get to know this new arrival and adjust to being a mother of two and a family of four.
During this time, besides nesting and being with family, I’ll be embarking on a long-desired Norse Shamanic training program, honoring my nordic ancestry and the magical blood of the Völva (nordic wise-woman or female shaman) that runs in my veins. I’ll share about that, too, as it is already part of the story of my decision to have this second child.