These Summer Days

Words & Photography
by Tessa Doan



These summer days, we rush and then
slow down and then rush again.
I’m kind of looking forward to the end of the camps
and running kids to and fro so we can really slow down
and then maybe I can tackle a project or two.
I better go now, Declan just dumped out a can of pringles.

Rosemary Coffee

Words & Photography
by Jennifer Eland



A sweet surprise from my husband this morning-
he brought me coffee as I was slowly waking up (as he usually does),
and was so excited about me trying this cup
that was a little extra special. Rosemary coffee!
He knows how much I love this herb.
It was so cute and sweet.

Using Her Voice

Words & Photography
by Elena Caron

And let’s write some letters to our Congress about this! They have to do something about all the trash on Raleigh streets.

My strong, sensitive child!!! Recently, while we were driving on Atlantic Avenue we saw a lot of trash being dumped in the side of the street.

V: Let’s adopt this street to clean!
Me: Yes, that’s awesome!! Let’s do it!
V: And let’s write some letters to our Congress about this! They have to do something about all the trash on Raleigh streets.
Me: YEEESSS!!!!

I mean...the fact that she wants to use her voice to make a change is pretty inspiring.

Our Office Space

Words & Photography
by Ashley Moseley



I finally got around to reorganizing our office space today
while also adding a little decor to the walls!
Our office kept turning into a waste station of everything,
and I just kept ignoring it by closing the door
and only going in to water plants.
So I finally put my big girl pants on and got to work.
It's so easy to just let a room get out of control!

Our Baby Wearing Story

Words & Photography
by Colette McKenzie



Our baby wearing story: something that I don’t share a lot about in this space is my birth story.

I had a traumatic birth, where shoulder dystocia occurred and my 8 lb., 15 oz. babe was born with a broken arm. I didn’t get to do the skin-to-skin that I had dreamt of for nine months, and I didn’t even get to hold my sweet girl for two hours. When I did get to hold her, it was for a few minutes to feed her every three hours in the NICU. I could never get her to latch and pumped exclusively for two months, until I gave up and felt extremely defeated and guilty.

When I wrapped this girl close to me I felt whole for the first time since she left my body. I would wear her, and sing to her, and dance around the house, and I learned to stop feeling so guilty over something I had no control over.

I felt robbed of my birth experience, missing the first moments to connect with her and the bond that breast feeding brings...until we starting baby wearing. When I wrapped this girl close to me I felt whole for the first time since she left my body. I would wear her, and sing to her, and dance around the house, and I learned to stop feeling so guilty over something I had no control over. Not only is baby wearing my saving grace, it helped heal me.