Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
As I dip my toes back into regularly blogging, I have promised myself to bring you a mix of motherhood, wellness, spiritual journey, home decor, eco-friendly living and whatever else happens to be stirring my soul. So I wanted to touch on today an interesting topic that I get questions about on a regular basis:... 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 →
Ever since my own body began to grow and stretch with my first baby five years ago, I began to scour forums, Pinterest, and books for the best way to nourish my skin as it grew with Abby. There is no telling how many products I sampled and reviews I read. I mean, y'all, do... Continue Reading →
Micah laid in front of me on the bed, feet kicking, fists clenched, crying. I sobbed too. Waiting for my milk to letdown. Waiting for the tingle to know that Micah wouldn't have to work very hard to latch and drink. Despite several tongue and lip tie procedures, his latch has never been good. He... Continue Reading →
Dear Micah, You've just begun to smile at me, and it's a private smile, as though you and I share the sweetest secrets. And perhaps we do. We share the secret of birth. The secret of midnight nursing. The secret of dawn coffee dates when you stare at me with your big, wise eyes while... Continue Reading →
Cold hit with a fury this week, and our nearly 80-degree-temps fell in a day to below freezing. Snow continues to pile high in my backyard, and Abby felt the first flakes hit her face as she smiled in glee. The world entertains her so easily. Seven+ months postpartum, I find myself learning new mothering... Continue Reading →
I've been hinting that something big is coming. Some new revelation that breathes of life change and new direction and...freedom. It's not that I didn't love teaching. That wouldn't be true. I've sobbed over and over again about leaving my classroom, students, and colleagues (Read more here on how that came about.). On my first... Continue Reading →
As promised, Part II of this "Working Moms" series is a guest post by a freelance writer for Healthline. In Part I of this series (click here to catch up if you missed the first installment), I analyzed how the toll that just two weeks back at work wreaked on me emotionally and physically. And,... Continue Reading →
I went back to work when Abby was 5 weeks old. It was brutal. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally. And, I only needed to work for two weeks to polish off the 2013-2014 school year. As a teacher, I knew summer was just around the corner and that I would have 8-10 blissful weeks with my baby... Continue Reading →
This morning I'm amazed. Amazed at the heartache and fears of these past years and past months of pregnancy. Amazed that...finally...I'm a mom. Amazed as I read Psalms 27 again this morning (a chapter that I read nearly every day for about five months of pregnancy) that "I would have lost heart, unless I had... Continue Reading →
