I wish someone could just tell me what the future is. There have been so many times in the past that I've actually read the last few pages of a book first, just so that I could know where I was heading. Even with TV shows, I'll often look up, "when do these two characters … Continue reading On wanting to know the future…
On wanting what I have. Again…
I wrote a blog with this exact same title a few years ago. And here we are again. My husband and I have been talking a lot recently about our move to Texas and everything that has happened to us since we left Washington state. It's a lot and if you know what happened, you … Continue reading On wanting what I have. Again…
On getting back to it…
It's been almost two years since I've written anything for this blog. Things got busy. And rough. And frankly, I just forgot. Which sucks. Things are finally starting to settle down for our family. But my personal self feels quite a bit out of sorts. Ever since we moved to Texas, I've felt an overwhelming … Continue reading On getting back to it…
On loving the things I hate…
A truly terrible view from the Bethel Ridge. There are very few things in life I actively loathe. Mushrooms. That's the biggest one. I have a visceral and physical reaction to those demonic "food" items. They are horrifying. I've met maybe four other people in my entire life that hate them as much as I … Continue reading On loving the things I hate…
On believing myself…
I'm a fraud. Or am I?
On figuring things out…
I honestly can't remember the last time I've written anything, let alone anything of value. The last year or so has been a huge drain on my creativity and, frankly, my ability to think cohesively. There are reasons for that. Plenty of reasons. And every time I think, "Damn, I really miss writing and I … Continue reading On figuring things out…
On the simple things…
"When I think of things going “back to normal”, these are the things I hope for: lingering conversations and snail mail and belly laughs and shared meals."
On knowing what I need…
"We are all pouring from severely depleted cups. We're all probably more like knocked over beer pong cups at this point. At least, that's what I feel like. Every time something starts to pick me back up, another proverbial frat boy throws something at me, splashes out whatever was left in my cup, and knocks me down. "
On being (and having) a safe space…
As mothers, we're often told that our children give us their worst behavior because they feel safest with us. Largely, that is true. Our kids should feel the most safe when they are with their parents. It's one of the greatest responsibilities we have to them. The world, while fun and exciting, can be a … Continue reading On being (and having) a safe space…
On transient motherhood…
I'm what some people would call a "millenial mom". Not because of my age (god, no. I'm much too old to be a true Millenial), but because of the age of my children. Many of my daughters' friends have parents that are ten or more years younger than me, which means many of my own … Continue reading On transient motherhood…
Use. The. Clutch. 