It takes a village to raise a child, and in many ways, my village was predominantly that of women.

I slept under a giant rainbow when I was young. Each color spanned a width of the wall as long as my arm, soaring from one corner of the bedroom to another.

I started my affair with social media in earnest when I was pregnant with my son. I’m a geek and I needed all the information I could get to make sure I “did it right.”

It was a scene many of us have been in: I’m on a quiet stretch of Bleecker in Soho. It’s November, and it’s starting to get cold, and I’m shivering from the cold and shaking from sobs.

White lies are good, bad, ugly, hilarious, nefarious, or some combination of adjectives.

One of the best and worst things about being human is our ability to be self-aware.

Self-Improvement: the improvement of one’s knowledge, status or character by one’s own efforts.

When I was around 9 or 10, I pointed at a lady in a swimming costume that was yellow and really frilly and laughed. I said she looked like Big Bird.

Arthritis is not a common disease for a healthy 18-year-old — which is probably why it took over a year to diagnose.

Coconut oil is my everything. I spread it over my body in the shower like a shield. I stand under the water and watch it dew over the oil.

I’m the type to check email, Snapchat, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram when sitting on the toilet or trying to procrastinate from doing work.

Growing up, I did not know what a Doula was, nor did I want to be involved in healthcare. I did want to be an advocate for social change, but I wasn’t sure what form that would take.

When I was a kid, I lived with passion, safe in the knowledge that the future was wide open in front of me.

You know from a very early age that something is wrong. You might not know what it is, or where it came from, but the fear is there.