CAIT SIMMONS YOGA

A poem by Cait Simmons

The first time I truly felt burned out was my freshman year of college. It was my first real extended time away from home. On a weird...

We are all living with a lot of unknowns and that can be scary. So many unanswerable questions. How long will this last? Who among us...

When I was younger, it would happen. Walking through halls in bathroom stalls a rising panic would lead to shortness of breath until I...

Dear 2019, I’m thankful you were the last year of an eventful decade—the year we welcomed our daughter, Tilly, and became a family of...

I read a scary thing the other day: women in their childbearing years account for the largest group suffering from depression in this...

Have you seen any of those beautifully poignant photos of the last time a mother holds one child before having another? (like this one)....

My Environmental Resolutions in 2019 This past year, climate change felt scarier than ever. The environmental reports painted a very...

Dear 2018, You were the year I stopped breastfeeding my son, Bo. I’d never imagined nursing for 2 years and 10 months but I was proud...