Behind the Blonde

I remember telling my mom recently that I was in a state of happy sadness. She naturally looked at me with confusion, and asked how that was...

I set out this week to write a letter to my daughter, something she could possibly read in the coming years. But I decided instead to address...

By Kirby Trahan I went to therapy a few days ago. I hadn’t been since November. I’ve dealt with pretty high anxiety the last few years including the...

By Kirby Trahan The Saturday morning scene: the house is upside down, dishes to be done, laundry to be folded and floors that most definitely need a good...

By Kirby Trahan Helicopter mom. Snack mom. Crunchy organic mom. Wine mom. Hot mess mom. So many types of moms. How does one find her mom bestie in...

By Kirby Trahan  I stare at my perfect baby girl, playing so innocently on the rug with her favorite stuffed doggie, no cares in the world. My heart...

By Kirby Trahan My name is Kirby. I am a mother, wife, radio DJ, business owner, human. My name is Kirby. I am depressed, anxious and drink more than...