Tag: writing
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Creating Connections: Consistency + Low Barriers to Entry
Not everyone can afford to go to a nice restaurant and pay a babysitter several times a month in order to create consistency — why has that seemingly become the norm? We live in an incredibly diverse community. Young families, more established families, empty nesters and a vast array of different cultures and upbringings we…
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To the Women In My Corner and Giving Yourself Grace Amidst it All
Two years in as an adoptive mom. My daughter is simply brilliant, sometimes I have to step back in the more challenging moments and take account of all she’s been through and how much she’s overcome. In two years our family has been through the highest of highs and the lowest of lows of integrating…
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Find Me Singing ‘Into the Unknown’
Sweet transitions. I’ve been prepping to write this for a few weeks now, I’ve drifted over the tides of emotions that come from making a choice to step away from the past decade – one largely with the same team. Unexpectedly, I started writing and the tears came anew. Excitement, peace, anxiety, sadness all held…
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What I’m Searching for On Prime Day as a Mom of 2 Five Year Old’s Entering Kindergarten
Prime Day rolls around each year around this time, but for some reason the stakes feel a little higher. Last month, we upgraded the kids bedrooms. They had been in toddler beds from 2.5-4.5 but at that point our son couldn’t stay put any longer so we threw twin mattresses on the ground and kept…
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The Hope for Year 2, After the Fury of Year 1
Hopeful, cautiously optimistic, anxious and every emotion in between. I clenched my jaw as the season turned. I remember it. I remember it well. The scars etched in my brain possibly forever, at least for awhile. Year one was nothing I have ever experienced and nothing I want to go back to. In October of…
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We Cut TV Cold Turkey 4Weeks Ago and We’ve Already Seen Massive Changes…
Something had to change, there had already been so much transition in the previous 8 months, but in some ways things were getting worse instead of stabilizing. The contentment of living life playing with toys, in a nice house, with your own room if you need space just wasn’t enough. Our pickiest eater would barely…
Fueling Her Forward 