My word of the year is liminal. Yeah, I know. It's weird. Why couldn't I have chosen something like rhythm, contentment, peace, joy? I would have . . .
I turned the calendar to December yesterday and sat with that for a while. This month, we will have been under a global pandemic for 40 weeks; the . . .
I've been quiet on the blog the last few weeks. None of us has lived through a pandemic before and to be honest, I didn't know what to say. This . . .
Dear Son, After months of evaluations, endless surveys, and professional opinions, you were diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder . . .
The most interesting conversations with my kids happen in the car. There's something about that uninterrupted time on the road that inspires us to . . .
Does anybody else feel a little crazy with their December calendars this year? I'm telling you, I've planned for us to attend so many holiday events, . . .
This morning, I reluctantly turned the kitchen calendar to November. October holds such joy for my family with all the birthdays, pumpkin carving, and . . .
I’ve just returned home to my tribe from a dreamy girlfriends’ weekend with my college roommate in Scottsdale, Arizona. We planned the trip in January . . .