Let me start by saying: I dislike labels.  But there a few things you should know about me.  I have 2 children who were born at home with midwives: Ethan and Audra.  I breastfed.  We practiced attachment parenting, co-sleeping, and baby-wearing.  I also started my chiropractic practice when my son was 5 months old, and have since built a practice full of families, babies, kids and pregnant women.  Over the years, I have seen how many women struggle with unrealistic expectations of themselves as supermoms.  And here is my secret:  we are ALL super moms.  And we all have our good days and bad days.

I have learned to juggle life, prioritize, simplify, and most of all, be real, be myself, and do the best I can.  As a recovering perfectionist (a tendency that motherhood stomped all over), bringing my best game on any given day is as much as I can expect from myself or anyone else.  Being a mom is hard, it’s glorious, it’s messy.  Kind of like life.  These are my thoughts…


“I don’t understand why women say ‘I’m just a mom.’  Remind me again  which job on the planet is more important.”