Summer is nothing if it doesn’t include a few adventures. This week we are headed to Boise, Idaho to visit my dear friend M and her family. I suspect there will be some late nights talking and lots of fun touring the town they are so happy to call home now…..
Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the eight-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s okay though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though….
Dedicated to my amazing Mom who aside from being a loving mother of three, grandma of four, and a caring nurse her whole working career, has also started her own blog recently detailing the adventures she and Dad are having on the road as they travel the country in their home on wheels…..
Being an introvert or an extrovert is by necessity a self diagnosed thing, and in the “know thyself” category, I think it’s a fairly important one. Since we live in a world that idealizes and promotes the extroverted, most people appear on the outside to be extroverts
One of the ‘powerful beyond measure’ capacities we have as women is that we are able to give life. We can “make breath” as Ani DiFranco says. I believe with this ability comes, whether we have children or not, an innate capacity to recognize the universal love and protectiveness that mothers of…..
Can you believe February is pulling to a close already? 2/12ths of the year gone by. It’s been mostly good so far. This Wednesday night I’ll be going to the first gathering of the moms for E’s Kindergarten class. A bunch of us will be sitting down for some chips and salsa and margaritas while we discuss…..
E (my five year old daughter) and I were on our own. It was going to be a whole week. Husband was away so we decided to break it up. We had been so good. Eating healthy, smoothie drinking, making her lunches for school instead of relying on the cafeteria, we needed a girls night out…..
Like it or not, there are times in life when we’re having a problem with someone close to us. It’s difficult enough to have a relationship strain with any person; bosses, colleagues, neighbors, etc., but it’s particularly difficult when it’s someone that you love. My first inclination is always…..
The pull of the soul is like the pull of a river. You can fight the current and get sore, tired and banged up; you can even eddy out for days, weeks, or even a lifetime, but in the end you are still going down the river.
The other night as I was tucking my five year old into bed she said, “Mommy, you know sometimes how when you’re with your best friend you feel like you’re with your Mommy?”
Probing a little deeper I said, “Yes, I think so, but what do you mean sweetie?”
Five years ago I held a baby girl in my arms. Now that baby is a proud and sturdy Kindergartner who loves to color and draw and is learning how to read.
Five years ago we didn’t know it yet, but we were about to give up the life we had made in Santa Barbara…..
On my father’s side I had a Jewish Grandma from Brooklyn, Annette. I tell you the Jewish and Brooklyn bits because you would be unnecessarily handicapped in conjuring up the right image and voice without a little aid from this stereotype. She was the real deal.