This week, I attended a quarterly “refresh” session for a mom’s group that I’ve been part of for more than two years. During the course of the evening, we did some journal exercises meant to help us set an intention for the rest of the winter. I found myself in a foreign position—I didn’t know . . . → Read More: Percolating
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My lengthy holiday vacation did not go according to plan. There really wasn’t much of a plan in the first place—simply to enjoy time with my family, to watch lots of movies, and intentionally NOT to set any lofty goals for myself (which of course I’m prone to overdoing). Still, it’s safe to say that . . . → Read More: Rough Patch Along with several family members, Josh and I took the kids to see a holiday children’s play on Friday night. Linnea sat between me and Josh, perched atop a booster seat in a red Santa-inspired velvet dress that her great-grandmother had bought for her. As the production started, I stole a glance at her sweet . . . → Read More: Weekend Moments with a Preschooler Growing up, I was a natural blonde, but once I hit puberty, my hair was what people call “mouse brown” or “dishwater blonde.” Really appealing, right? So I did what many former blondes do—I started hoping that somehow, magically, my hair would revert to its once flaxen state. I soon discovered that I might have to coax it . . . → Read More: Getting in Touch with My Roots Yesterday afternoon, my two year old and I scrubbed the kitchen and dining room floors. I set out to do it myself while the baby was napping, but Linnea was immediately interested in my bucket of soapy water and my sponge—sometimes, I think it works better to do it by hand rather than with a . . . → Read More: What is Fun? When I was in ninth grade, my family moved across town to a big brown house that quickly became HOME. It was the kind of place that attracted other people, and over the years, we welcomed many honorary family members—often for a meal, sometimes for extended stays. One of the most frequent and consistent visitors was a . . . → Read More: Kids Getting Married Linnea has a fever for the sixth day straight. We spent a couple of hours at Urgent Care yesterday to learn that it’s a virus. Of course it is. Last night, I rocked her in the glider for longer than usual, pressing her hot cheek into mine and telling her how much I adore her. . . . → Read More: Saturday Morning I really like to write posts about problems that lead to “aha” moments. It’s fantastic when my struggles can be neatly packaged into a narrative that wraps itself up with a tidy little bow. Extra points for self-deprecating humor, of course. But much of the time, life isn’t tidy. Problems linger, emotions fester, and I . . . → Read More: Life Isn’t Tidy There’s a very young boy sitting on the floor next to me. Occasionally, he looks up and gives me that killer smile of his (dimples!), but for the most part, he’s more interested in his feet. He waves his arms to see what that might feel like, then looks contemplative while he sucks a few . . . → Read More: Learning and Trying My brain is working overtime. Having a baby seems to have that effect on me. My blog and book project were born from a post-partum identity crisis. Not so much depression—just your basic “What am I doing with my life?” conundrum. Recently, I’ve found myself in a similar mindset, so I thought I’d share some . . . → Read More: Questions on My Mind |
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