“You’re lucky to be able to stay home with your kids. We could never afford that! We’ll both be working until the day we die and still not have our debt paid off,” she laughed. “Must be nice!” … More I Choose Home.
Today wasn’t a great day. It wasn’t the worst I’ve ever had. Not by a long shot. I’m low and droopy. But, I’m not drowning in depression or facing any life-altering revelations. Things are just off. It’s fine. It happens. I’ve toted this icky feeling around with me all day long. Now, I’ve tucked this … More Built to Last.
I woke up early and went about my morning routine. Brought the kettle to a whistle and poured the piping hot water over my coffee grounds. Headed out to the coops and unleashed the feathered friends for a day of free range bliss among the fall foliage, sunrise peeking through the trees, dappled light glistens … More We Need a Revolution.
After 22 hours of dreadfully hard work our very first bundle of heavenly bliss was laid upon my chest. For the first time in my life on June 14, 2001, I felt the weight of the world in my arms. … More Family is Home.
“Your hands have changed.” This was the observation made by my 13-year-old daughter tonight as she sat across from me at the kitchen bar while I cooked dinner. “They still look like yours,” she explained. “They’ve just changed over the years.” I couldn’t help but smile. We’ve come to find amusement in this sort of … More My Mother’s Hands
So let’s talk about the UNinteresting for a moment. I consider the vast majority of my life happenings to be rather uninteresting. It’s a lot of paying bills, cleaning up messes, doing laundry, cooking, playing chauffeur to the children and trying to figure out my teenager’s agendas. You know, the norm. It’s basically uninteresting. It’s … More I’ll take the Uninteresting, please.
Over the past several months you have morphed into a complete fake, a fraud, an imposter. You are a let down to your children, your coworkers, your country and your self. Sometimes the truth hurts. Sometimes friends need to be brutally honest with one another. … More An Open Letter to my Conservative and Liberal Friends
I’ve come to the realization that what 2016 lacked in ease and predictability, it generously made up for in spiritual refuge, bestowing upon me much clarity in regard to the precious few priorities that are absolutely essential for my personal gratitude and fulfillment in life. … More Crotch Kicks & Blessings in 2016!
My children. Oh, my precious children. The anointed children that my delicious Hunk-a-lish and I created together. They are adored with every ounce of my being. Warm and sweet like the first slurp of creamy cocoa on an icy cold Christmas Eve… All three of ’em equally treasured. But I’m a mom. So, yeah… Sometimes … More Parenting: Tough Love & Weeds
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