When did I forget how to have fun? And how can I learn how to have fun again and let go of these expectations? This is an essay that explores the expectations we absorb along the way and how I realized today how many I’ve been absorbing along the way.

Sharing how a messy environment has been impacting my brain on the day-to-day and how I finally started getting it under control despite my ADHD and two young children.

Let’s call this…. investigative art. Or field research. Basically, I want to know if the algorithm can actually be the 'village' we're all looking for, or if it just mimics support to keep us clicking.

Sometimes the most radical thing you can do is turn down the volume on everything else, look around you at your life, and remember who you are without all the voices around you trying to tell you who to be.

(now that I’ve studied maternal mental health)

…while building one myself.

Why I’m done with the hustle culture, and maybe you should be, too.

From my substack (Wicks): 10 ridiculous things blamed on moms

Pregnancy trackers are everywhere, but moms are still invisible. VeedaMom is here to change that.

From my substack (wicks): There are so many things I said I'd never do once I was a parent that I find laughable now. We are all better parents before we have kids.

From my substack (Wicks): If people put the same effort they spend judging others into supporting them, the world would be a better place. Let me explain. Not that this really needs explaining.

From my substack (Wicks): Am I a “bad mom” because I’m not fulfilled by stay-at-home mom life?