Melanie lives in south Minneapolis with her husband and their two children: Henry and Evelyn. She likes writing, poetry, gardening, hand lettering, and tries to get outside with the kids each day. Her favorite date night activity is attending ballet and modern dance performances, and she will talk with anyone about the Enneagram. She is on Instagram at instagram.com/melanietrulsen.
In ninth grade, I gave a speech about the Myers-Briggs personality typing system. I enjoyed giving the speech so much that I, a relatively shy 14-year old, won speaker of...
Our family has chosen to make chores part of our family culture for a few reasons. First, my kids often hover around whatever we’re doing anyway, so rather than resist...
Our scars tell the stories of how we healed from wounds. The pink C-section scar that droops below my hip bones tells the story of my son’s difficult birth. His...
To be honest, I rarely use the words exercise or working out. They conjure up images of sweat and toil and a little bit of misery. On a spectrum from...
August 1-7 is World Breastfeeding Week and we have a special extended line up for you! Our writers will share their triumphs and tears through their personal recollections of making...
We’ve all seen them: the decorative chalkboards marked with each day of the week and designed for you to write down what you’re going to make for dinner. I see...
For our anniversary this year, my husband and I decided to spend a kid-free weekend just fifteen minutes from our house. And we loved it. Now, don’t get me wrong....
I spend the majority of my days with a one-year-old which means most of my conversations consist of “Does Henry want more sweet potatoes?” and “No, Henry, you can’t put...
I believe that wellness means honoring and taking care of my body and cultivating joy wherever I go. Living a healthy, full life is as much about what fills my...
When they say your heart walks outside of you, it’s true. Mothering changed my identity. Part of me is in my son. My life is tethered to him, our family...
Dear Postpartum Body, You’ve been through a lot this year. You expanded to hold a healthy, seven pound, ten ounce baby boy. And then, like a flower reaching up for...
The story begins with a crying newborn. It’s dark outside, probably the middle of the night but the days and the nights blur together. The mom does not even step...
Real women get pregnant right away. That was the first lie. It made me feel flawed before I could even identify what I was thinking. A few months went by...
It began calmly in the middle of the night. My water broke on its own. Our drive to the hospital was blissfully free of contractions. But 37 hours later, I...