So I guess it's Nurses Week.

This picture was taken March 2020 - early on in the “pandemic” declaration - when masks became daily attire, along with goggles and scrub caps, when the theatrics began, and virtue signaling took on a whole new meaning.

I was miserable in this picture. I knew it was a lie and it was killing my soul. I’d say it was the beginning of the end for me, but really it started well before that moment, that was just the catalyst I needed to make a change.

This story isn't unique or special. This story is one that women before me, throughout HERstory have shared. This story is my personal reclaiming of my body, my faith and trust and the reclaiming of my birth; my children.

I'm falling in Love with this wild herb that I now find everywhere. It's especially useful if you spend time outdoors as it can be used fresh or dried and added to any first aid kit.

Oh my gosh! This Chocolate, gluten free, dairy free cake, inspired by @Joyous Health is AMAZING!

Life as we knew it was forever changed. Nothing about it was easy, planned or anything we would willingly choose for ourselves and family. But here we are.

I was working full-time as a NICU nurse completely indoctrinated into that world. Where one fears birth, sees it as dangerous, absolutely no question of any other care than an OB. Midwives are seen as harmful, doulas are laughed at and homebirths should be illegal. The hospital is the only safe option for having a baby. This culture is vile and at one point one that I agreed with.

In a time where there is an app for everything, new smart technologies to think for us, and the never ending reminder to trust the science - do we remember or know how to trust ourselves?

It can be an exciting, scary and overwhelming time when your baby reaches that 6 month mark and is ready to eat real food!