What’s the deal with CBD? Have You Tried It?

Antidote to anxiety? Pain reliever? Sensual elixer? CBD, short for cannabidiol, is popping up everywhere, with promises to help. I confess I find it all a little confusing. What is it? And what can it do?

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Vacation Style: If we took a holiday…

Around this time of year, whenever the big ShopBop annual sale gets announced (and all the posts start to appear), I take it as my cue to pore over the swimsuit selection and start imagining imaging what I’d bring in my suitcase if we took a holiday…”Just one day out of life. It would be… It would be so nice.”

Alongside my passport and sunscreen, I’d happily pack…

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On Having a premature baby

by Hadley Rolf

Having a premature baby is a uniquely overwhelming experience.  This personal essay was written to be a resource for the families and friends of parents going through the experience of having an early baby—from the labor through the NICU and beyond.

One of my favorite photos of me and my daughter is from my first visit to see her in the NICU. You can barely make her out among the mass of tubes and wires.

But she is there—behind the CPAP, the NG Tube, the heart-rate and pulse-ox monitors, the IV—if hard to spot. The top of her incubator is open, and I know that in the background, just out of sight, that one of our beloved NICU nurses is about to push the button to enclose my daughter into what lovingly became known as her “little house.” And I am gazing at her from my wheelchair, still wearing my hospital gown with my own IV, in complete amazement at her tiny humanness.

There is no medical answer to the question of why my water broke at 33 weeks and 5 days. For about half of all premature deliveries, the cause is unknown. In the majority of these cases, including mine, the educated guess is that there was some sort of infection. What I know is that one minute I was sitting at my desk, and the next minute I was texting my husband to see if he thought I would need to start wearing a diaper. He didn’t. He thought, instead, that I should call my doctor.

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