Brittany Hutto
On the Road: Jax to Colorado
Despite my deep love and desire to live in Ohio, I’ve lived in Florida my entire life. I know. Why trade beaches for farms? Sunshine for snow? To that I say, sunshine and beaches...
Co-Regulating When I Struggle to Regulate Myself
Having kids is strange. Suddenly you’re responsible for making sure this tiny human eats their vegetables, becomes a good person, and ultimately doesn’t lead a life of crime or cause harm to others. We...
The Cost of Prematurity
When you think of prematurity, what do think of? More than likely, you might picture a baby born a few days early. Perhaps a few weeks early. Rarely do you hear about babies being...
On the Road: Jax to Cleveland, Ohio (and Beyond)
When you think of vacations, you probably think of white sandy beaches and waves crashing around with a margarita in your hand — or perhaps a cozy winter night snuggling in front of the...
30 Things I Learned By Age 30
30. 3-0. The Dirty 30. The Beginning of Middle Age. The End of the Best Years of Your Life.
I've heard people describe turning 30 in almost every way imaginable. So, why am I talking...
Back to School: Did Someone Say Tax-Free Holiday?
The ads are everywhere. Sales here and there and deals upon deals to choose from. Whether you love it or hate it, school is (almost) back in session, and it's time to check items...
Special Delivery: Trauma
I think it's safe to say that I am very Type A. To some people, that may mean I am a pain, and to some extent I am, but that trait — that pain...
Wear the Damn Suit
I woke up feeling bold.
Its summertime. Each day after another is a record-breaking temperature. My point is, it's hot and I have a 4-year-old and he wanted to go to the beach. So we...
The Awkward Question and Lifesaving Choice
Have you ever been asked if you liked the way your child looks? Well, I have, and not by a friend or a close family member, not even by a stranger off the street,...
Challenge Accepted: Summer Reading Incentives
The year was 2000. Pizza Hut had a salad bar and a pinball machine. School was out for summer and I brought in my BookIt card to Pizza Hut for a free personal pan...
Cerebral Palsy & Me: Don’t Tell My Son He’s ‘Different’
You should never tell someone they are different — even if they are. Chances are, they know they are different without having to be reminded. I know I am, so why remind me? Well,...