Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
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 →
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 →
Just as I though I was finding some equilibrium in late June, early/mid July swept in with a vengeance to remind me of my weakness, my heartache, my emotional exhaustion. Apparently my physical body had recovered from the school year's fatigue just enough to make room for my heart to know its own weariness. Yes,... Continue Reading →
I write this post from bed in a state of semi-hystery. I say "semi-" due to the fact that I can't decide whether to cry inconsolably or laugh uproariously. You see, added to all of the lovely, nauseated side effects from the new treatment of the past four weeks, I have added a fever, body aches,... Continue Reading →
