The first place my husband and I ever called "home" in our marriage was a little town outside of Tacoma, Washington. Graham received his PCS (Permanent Change of Station) orders to Ft. Lewis and we moved to the Pacific Northwest not knowing a single soul. Boy, were we in for a treat. Western Washington is as charming as it is eclectic, as breathtakingly gorgeous as it is topographically complex. And it doesn't rain nearly as much as people "back east" assume, but Washingtonians like to keep that . . .
A year ago this month, I was dumped by a close friend. Not a gradual fading of friendship which often happens amid changing circumstances, a physical move, or general growing apart; no, this was a here one day, gone the next sort of ending. A blunt cut. The loss has been painful. This person missed the birth of my fourth baby. I missed her 40th birthday. My children miss her children and ask why we don't see them anymore. One of the hardest things about the break up is that there has been no . . .
Happy Labor Day! I hope you are enjoying a well-deserved moment of rest from whatever your typical Monday looks like. I've had fun over the weekend taking a peek at some of my favorite retailers to find the best Labor Day deals for you. Check 'em out while you have a brief window of time before your backyard barbeque plans begin. Listings correlate with the collage above going left to right, top to bottom. Enjoy! This darling forest green pump with whimsical pompom trim is from Boden, a . . .
There are a million ways to get organized this fall—at our house, we have a 12-month old school paper calendar, a dry erase calendar, we all use the Cozi Family Organizer app on our phones (Maddox even has it on her iPod), and for my birthday, Graham got me a gift card for Emily Ley's Simplified Planner to help me create a schedule for my blog posts. I loved reading Lorae's organizational recommendation list this week, and the Passion Planner sounds nothing short of inspirational. Plus, it's . . .
I remember the exact place I was when Lorae called to tell me about the loss of her older brother, Rory, and the text she sent two years later about the death of her younger brother, Robbie. I was having breakfast that morning with my children, and I sobbed into my toast, trying to explain to three concerned little faces why mommy was so, so sad. Watching my friend go through the unimaginable not once, but twice is heartbreaking. And then watching her struggle and fight to keep going, to stay . . .