I spent the first three decades of my life running away from home. Home was a nice idea, but only that, until I had kids.
Why does it matter if my thighs are dimpled, if our holiday pics show that it rained everyday or yes, if the paint on our walls are not perfectly even?
I’ve recently made a commitment to look out for the little things – those things that happen on a daily basis that show me just what love is.
By responding with the term “busy” I was pretty much summing up a pretty bleak and dreary experience. Let’s look at our days a bit differently.
Instead of yelling and screaming, here are a few tips to help resolve issues smoothly the next time you find yourself in the middle of a heated discussion.
I noticed that the questions are everywhere, like a reflex. Can I take a shower now? Can I practice yoga tonight?
A few tips and pieces of advice that I’ve honed over the years that can hopefully help if you have an allergic kid in your child’s classroom.
When we look at any one of the photographs that depict a childhood, the unspoken story therein will be read differently by each of us.
Today I was sad. So to cheer myself up, I did what any other sane person would do: I dug my wedding dress out of the attic and wore it while I made dinner.
Pulling dinosaur sheets and tiny socks out of the dryer it occurs to me time with our loved ones is fleeting.