Amy Betters-Midtvedt
I drink coffee. I hide from my kids. I'm nicer and hug them a lot when I come back out. I write about all of the crazy. I never stop looking for the joy.
A Letter To My Teenagers – I See You
To my tall people, my teenagers, I need you to know that I see you.
I see you out there in the world, sometimes with...
Here’s What Marriage After Kids Really Looks Like
Oh my dear husband….as I look at you across the couch, asleep with the remote falling out of your hand and your glasses still...
When Even The Thought Of Self Care Sounds Too Exhausting
I spent the last few weeks trying to heal my body by trying to avoid stress. Which is actually super stressful, as it turns...
