let's talk about me.
Mama really is a four-letter word. On the days when it's especially hard, and when it seems like everyone else is loving every moment of mommyhood, and when I think that maybe if I'm not enjoying it I'm just not cut out for motherhood, I write it out. And then someone says they felt the same way, and that no one was talking about it so they just pretended that they didn't feel that way, either. And that makes me feel more connected to other mamas, and reminds me that we need to be more honest with ourselves and each other. Being a mama is hard, and we should be able to talk about it. So I'm starting the conversation. I write about my life and my sometimes rocky adjustment to life with with baby. My experiences have led me to the decision to pursue a certification as a postpartum doula, helping other moms through the rough first months. I like food, I sleep in a family bed, wear my baby, cloth diaper, breastfeed, vaccinate and try to live frugally and responsibly. I don't judge, I just share.
I'm wife to the Mountain Man and mom to the Pie. I live with a fluffy cat, two frogs and quite a few dust bunnies. I'm an urban hippie, a serial volunteer, a passionate home cook, a fan of logical simplicity, a (lazy) crafter, photographer, a fundraiser, tree lover, (lapsed) archaeologist & historian. I love words and traveling. I tend to say it like it is. I default to hermitism. I love to sleep. I'm a realist, and I've heard that only pessimists call themselves realists. Come on in, make yourself at home. Can I fill you a plate? Email me at mamaisa4letterword (at) gmail (dot) com