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The Mom Uniform Reimagined

I’m sure I’m not the only woman to admit, I’ve fallen into a bit of a style rut (or should I say black hole?) as a mom. Sure, I pull myself together for blog content and the days I work. However, my daily style is more hot mess than hot mama. Pretty sure I donned a paint-stained, oversize graphic T with various iterations of leggings 3 days in a row this week… Washing it makes it okay, right?…

One year blogging: Highs, lows & everything in between

Man, time flies… This little is dude getting crazy big and I can’t believe I’m already marking one year of blogging! AnchoredInElegance made its debut last January, after many hours of planning, writing and technical frustration. At the time, I was missing TV news desperately and feeling a bit lost in my role as a new parent. I had anticipated leaping from career-driven journalist to family-focused mom easily, but discovered part of my creative identity was missing.…

35 life lessons at 35

Anyone else feel like time moves faster as you age? It’s almost like the years are evaporating. Looking back to my college days, I always thought I’d feel mature and “adult” when I reached 35. I imagined I would have crossed off all the goals on my bucket list. Instead, 35 has arrived—and I’m still a work in progress. But you know what?…

Body after baby: Getting your confidence back

Of all the adventurous things I have tackled in my life thus far, I can tell you—definitivelymotherhood tops the list. As I write this, we are approaching Hudson’s first birthday. This little guy brings so much joy, challenge and change (for the betterto my life. He is truly a blessing! A number of you have requested a post regarding my postpartum fitness journey.…

Mom style & finding YOU again after baby

I think my mother said it best. “You seem happy,” she noted, studying my face carefully. “But the ‘sparkle’ is missing.”

Sparkle? It sounds vague, but deep down I knew what she was talking about. You see, my mother knows me better than I know myself. She picks up on the things I’d never say aloud. It’s as if she can read my internal monologue.