Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
First of all, I should very clearly define this upcoming road trip + week-long fishing experience as MY version of camping. David continues to correct me: "We are GLAMPING, Honey. We have a cabin and a few basic amenities like electricity, a limited indoor kitchen, and some indoor plumbing conveniences." From my perspective, though, there... Continue Reading →
I knew this day would come. The day that we stripped our walls bare. Our home is just a house now. Ready and quiet and waiting for its next occupants. And, unfortunately, our buyer backed out, so I don't know who will hang art next on the big vaulted walls by the front window or... Continue Reading →
It's a good thing my livelihood doesn't depend on my writing right now. Because, I just checked and it's been four months since I've blogged. Probably years since I've regularly shared my heart in this space. For a former journalist, that's HARD to admit. I love to write. But, I've been busy living. Breathing. Changing... Continue Reading →
I swear that one day I'm going to hibernate in a beach house and become that lady that no one sees except for at the local coffee shop and along the sandy shoreline. Until then, I'm that entrepreneurial mom who sometimes dresses her children in dirty clothes and drives a very well lived in van.... Continue Reading →
David walks through the door around 5:15 pm after leaving for work before Abby and Micah are awake for the day, and I can only imagine the look he sees on my face. No, it's not adoration. Not sexy smolder (he's lucky if I'm out of yoga pants). But, pure, genuine relief. Another adult is... Continue Reading →
Several weeks ago I began to ask different mamas who are part of my online tribe to describe "motherhood" in a single word or phrase. A tall order, I know. A nearly impossible request. But as I wrestle with my value and role in the mundane routine that makes up much of the Little Years,... Continue Reading →
1.Motherhood is hard. 2. Motherhood is glorious. 3. Motherhood is hard. ~Lisa Jo-Baker, Surprised by Motherhood Folks, I hope you have all realized by now that I'm not exactly the "filter-on-and-keep-it-PG" type of woman anymore. I'll attribute this partially to 11+ years of marriage, 4+ years of working in women's health, and then a healthy... Continue Reading →
While driving back from a doula client meeting this Sunday, I sat ensconced in my own thoughts, Rachel Hollis' voice reading "Girl, Wash Your Face" aloud, and a heart that kept pointing fingers at back at myself. You see, Rachel discussed her own fears and failings and she bandied about the term "workaholic". She's "recovering"... Continue Reading →
I decided that the most subversive, revolutionary thing I could do was to show up for my life and not be ashamed. ~Ann Lemmott How aptly that sums up 2017. It was a year of navigating our way through the maze of becoming a family of four, a year of job and living changes, and... Continue Reading →
Since I left my full time position as practice manager at Baby+Co Birth Center, my husband and family have been encouraging me to write more. They know it is an outlet for me, and one day I dream of being the writer who lives by the sea, drinking tea and crafting novels without a care... Continue Reading →
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