All quiet on the southwestern front, I know. It's hard to write when things are hard, not because there is less to say, but because it feels like those things might be less worth saying. My instagram feed this weekend was a flurry of sunny pictures from the garden along with captions detailing my anxiety. … Continue reading All quiet on the southwestern front or: how anxiety is eating my lunch
Tag: postpartum depression
How I Cope
It's no secret to anyone who has known me for any amount of time (or sometimes even to the nice mom I meet in the coffee shop, within about five minutes of chatting--sorry, nice person!) that I have struggled with depression and anxiety for most of my life. Like many chronic illnesses, it ebbs and … Continue reading How I Cope
Zero and Three Quarters
Winnie is nine months old (and four days, eleven hours, twelve minutes as I type). She crawls faster than I walk most places. She can pull up on anything, including mom’s giant exercise ball, the corner of dad’s shirt, and anything precarious/unbabyproofed (most things). She makes the tiniest smacking kissy sounds and today gave her … Continue reading Zero and Three Quarters
This Family Anderson 