Okay, so I went from cheering for Jessica Simspon and getting pissed at the media for bashing her pregnant self for, you know, PUTTING ON WEIGHT to still being pissed at the media and getting pissed at Jessica. Why? Because I'd be telling the paparazzi to fuck off as they snapped photos of me wolfing down a pack of Ding Dongs if I knew I was going to be collecting $4 million to drop the baby weight, too. Or maybe I'd just let my pregnant celebrity mom friends who've managed to bounce back after previous pregnancies come to my defense because that looks way more authentic.

I moved home to Maine last week after pining for the home that it’s represented for me my whole life. When you cross the Maine state line you’re greeted by a sign that says: “Maine: The Way Life Should Be.” As far as state mottos go, this one really floats my boat.

I just wrapped up living no place in particular for the past 15 months on. My man and I did more than 30,000 miles by car last year, I logged many more in the air, and we slept in over 100 beds.

A Note from the Editor:  As Lissa and I discussed her writing a new blog post for Mother's Day this year we realized that it felt much bigger and divinely timed to re-post this Mother's Day post from last year. It was so impactful, and we have so many new readers to Owning Pink, that we don't want anyone to miss this message and, for those who've already read it, perhaps you'll get even more out of it this time around.

When I was a child, raised in a family with three Methodist ministers, dutifully attending church twice a week and saying my prayers before bedtime, I was taught that thoughts and feelings can be sinful.