Amanda Rodenbeck
Amanda is a former long-term care professional turned stay-at-home mom. She lives on the Northeast side of Indianapolis with her husband and their two young children. When she isn't writing, she's probably looking for missing toy pieces, perfecting another muffin recipe or reading books to her toddlers. She enjoys spending quality time with friends, visiting local breweries, walks with her kiddos and pilates class (without the kiddos).
A Letter to My Best Friend, My Fertility Warrior
Dear Friend,
I feel like I’ve sat down to write to you one hundred times. I seem to fall short often, but it’s important for...
I Walked a Mile Every Day for a Year: This Is What I Learned
My pregnancies were night and day, and six months apart. In my first pregnancy, with my son, I was barely making it through the...
Yes, My Hands Are Full: Navigating Stranger’s Comments
My pregnancies were nothing shy of miserable. Thirty-nine weeks long of non-stop vomiting, a world of nausea I never knew existed, and the exhaustion,...