My little person came sprinting into the bathroom, a place where I have known no privacy for nearly five years, waving a pair of little mermaid underwear at me through the shower door. "Mommy! I want to bring these to school in case I have an accident and need to change!" Now she doesn't normally … Continue reading How Many Chones Are You Wearing?
My little person woke up this morning singing Katy Perry's Roar. I thought it was hilarious. I don't know what inspired her to open her eyes to the world belting out "cause I am the champion, and you're gonna hear me roar" with all of the vibrato that she could muster, but I felt that it was … Continue reading Just Shake Off That Bad Blood
Women. We are pretty fabulous. We birth, we nourish, we nurture, we sacrifice, we juggle, we love, we forgive, we endure. We are complicated and we are fierce. We are gentle and we are sensitive. I love being a woman. It's not easy, but I love it. We put so much pressure on ourselves to … Continue reading We Are Enough
On a typical weekday morning all sanity vacates the premises. Ironically, most mornings start out quietly peaceful. There's morning quiet time with coffee and my bible, more coffee while I put together our lunches, and then Willa Bear and I go wake up the little person, who usually wakes up pretty happily, despite being licked … Continue reading Slowing down
Fear is a funny thing. It can take over our lives and turn us into the worst versions of ourselves. It may cause us to become bystanders, when we should be defenders. It may cause us to be followers, when we should be unpopular leaders. It may cause us to lash out, when we should … Continue reading We can choose compassion and hope in the face of fear
The little person in my life strolled into the kitchen the other day, a bag of goldfish dangling from her fingertips. She flashed a syrupy sweet, if not patronizing smile at me and said "Don't worry mommy. I love you even when you are angry." I was amused and slightly confused. "Sweetie, mommy's not angry." … Continue reading Yellow Bell Pepper Soup
Last night I sat on my kitchen floor and cried. My dog stared at me with her soulful eyes, while my daughter pranced around me in her pajamas and tiara, her plastic heels clickety clacking against the tile. Every now and then she stopped to stroke my cheek with her little hand, asking me what we were going … Continue reading The Night of the Pumpkin Ricotta Lasagna