As I emerged from the fog of Abby's preemie days, I remember several things quite clearly. First, I felt very alone. Second, I had no idea what I was doing. Third, my tired brain no longer related to most humans in the same way. I mean, with 45-minute chunks of sleep between pumping, bottle feeding... Continue Reading →
What the heck do I do all day? {Cue weary laughter}
I seriously get this question all the time. So, "what do you do all day?!?" Especially in reference to running my small business, I receive blank stares in response when I say I need to set aside hours to "work." Yet, I appreciate this line of questioning, because I'm in the middle of processing what... Continue Reading →
Of a Slightly Different Flavor {But a rainbow of colors}
My fingers and cuticles are stained a deep pink from hours of manipulating beets. Washing. Scrubbing. Cooking. Peeling. Chopping. Pureeing. Testing. There may be spinach and/or fennel fronds in my teeth, and I'll be sure to check before heading out the door for an afternoon meeting. But my skin is clearing, my snacking includes a... Continue Reading →
On Mornings When Coffee Doesn’t Cut It {Not Even the Second Cup}
Some mornings I write because there is a burning passion in my soul to explain a perspective, share a heartbreak, rejoice in a moment. Then, there are other times I write, because my everything about my being - spirit, soul and body - is tired and needs to find its wings again. This morning would... Continue Reading →
Something is Blooming {And it’s more than the peonies}
I think I surprise my husband with my taste in flowers. Even I have to admit that my preferences are a little strange. For example, I could care less about roses. I don't like potted plants (because I kill them in Colorado). Most store-bought bouquets just don't express the wild loveliness that I would prefer... Continue Reading →
Blessed
Some mornings I am simply overwhelmed by how blessed I am. Simple things remind me. Jogging shoes. Streaming shower water. A cup of tea. Infertility and miscarriages aside, I live a gift. My life a gift. My Savior the ultimate Giver. For the past several weeks since my most recent miscarriage, I have been challenged... Continue Reading →