Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
Those first 10 months of my experience of motherhood...you know when Abby was still inside my growing belly and contained...were rather idyllic. Cons included morning sickness, high-risk-pregnancy monitoring, heartburn, and the permanent end to my reliable sleep. However, the pros list stretched on and on, including the fact that my child didn't talk back or... Continue Reading →
If you haven't watched Sarah Kay share "If I should have a daughter..." as part of her TED talk, then grab the Kleenex, chocolate, and the women in your life and click HERE to remedy that. Stunning. Tender. Powerful. And brave. ....And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you, hard, in... 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 →
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 →
Micah snuggles into my neck, leaving a sticky residue of pureed bananas and crumbling graham crackers on my tired shoulder. His chubby fingers intertwine themselves in my hair, and he giggles at the sensation. Abby twirls in her latest costume get-up, talking non-stop with every waking breathe. Talking and talking back. Smiling sweetly and stomping... Continue Reading →
My Dearest Girl, These letters are getting fewer and further between, but my moments with you grow more vibrant. More alive. More complex as your imagination and creativity soar. One of your favorite activities right now is to "float away" in a cardboard box. After emptying it of all its contents, you fill the "boat"... Continue Reading →
"Exquisite vulnerability," states Brene Brown in her book Daring Greatly. Exquisite. Vulnerability. My heart catches at that phrase, those words, this season, these emotions, that baby-turned-child, this heart of mine, the sound of the chimes outside my window. Who chooses to describe vulnerability as exquisite? To describe as beautiful and brave the process of baring... Continue Reading →
Dear Abby, Your first birthday looms large in my heart, as the days speed fast toward April 4. I would not hold you back, but my mama's heart can't quite relish the pace with which you are turning from a baby into a toddler. Your world grows bigger everyday. You taste sand. Put your tongue... Continue Reading →
Sipping decaf Donut House coffee out of a large, comforting mug, I am recounting some of the highlights of my parent/teacher conference experience with my family. They chuckle as they picture my description of me marching around the conference rooms, stretching out my "gluteus maximus." "I just don't care what image I portray anymore," I admit.... Continue Reading →
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