I used to be a Martyrmom. Veiled as camaraderie, women perpetuate the idea everyday that it is funny to survive only on coffee and wine. Never mind the fact that it normalizes addiction as a method for surviving motherhood, can we examine that women only feel comfortable joking about their self-sacrifice rather than bringing awareness Read More
Can I tell you a secret?
We were not happy in this photo.
First time in the car together in over a month, heading to a Birthday Parade for a sweet, sweet ten year old. Sunshine on our heads, love in our hearts. Feeling grateful for love and family coming together in isolation.
I have been feeling down lately, like really down. I don’t know if it’s because the first skating season I haven’t been a part of is just weeks away from ending or because I wanted to be at a different point in my book journey by this place in the calendar year. Probably both. For Read More
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Ashleigh Renard (@ashleighrenard) on Dec 10, 2019 at 5:16pm PST I worked on my manuscript today, for the first time in ten weeks. I’ve been waiting on feedback and didn’t feel I could make any changes until I received it. And it’s been hard. And that’s Read More
It has come to my attention that something, perhaps my cute aprons, or the fact that I briefly enjoyed canning tomatoes, or my photogenic dog, has given off the impression that I was trying to be WHOLESOME. Let me assure you that I realized early on that the idea of “wholesome” was just a trick Read More
We had love. We had love like people have an antique vase, up high on a shelf. Or like a couple would check their apartment for appliances before making a wedding registry. Yes, we have that already. Check. But somewhere along the road I had decided I wanted more. I wanted to feel love. I Read More