Two weeks ago my family took a trip to Lake Tahoe. As we were heading out the door, I snatched up my list of intentions (New Year’s resolutions) from 2015 and stuffed it in my bag. I had hoped to spend a bit of time reflecting on the past year and planning for the year ahead, while sipping something warm by the fire.
While traveling, that bag was stolen. Along with many other important things, my list of intentions for 2015 was gone. Forever. (more…)
“I don’t really know what I want to do with my life yet…”
“I’m figuring it out…”
“I mean, I don’t want to be a (fill in the blank) forever. But this is fine for now…”
These are some of the things I’ve heard from young people. And it really gets me down. It’s a trend I wish I could break; they feel like they should wait until they know exactly what they want to do before they take a step in any direction. Years go by and they still haven’t figured out what they really want to do with their lives. Lost time. Lost potential. (more…)
I’ve always been full of ideas. I’ve dreamt up too many Etsy shops, coffee houses, magazines, crafts, and stories to count.
But if you know me, you know that I do not have an Etsy shop. Nor do I run a coffee house or a magazine. Despite being a multi-passionate idea machine, allowing those ideas to have wings of their own and live outside of my head has been my greatest creative challenge.
I’m a little embarrassed to admit why this happens. But, I have a feeling I’m not alone in this struggle, so here goes. (more…)
Love keeps me up at night. Love and fear.
I lie in bed, eyes shut tight, trying to sleep while love overtakes all sanity. My stomach spirals, my heart gulps, and I try to change the channel in my mind. But every channel is the same: a long stream of terrible things happening to my husband and son. Soon I’m sick with fear that the two people I love the most in the world will be taken away from me or worse, harmed.
If only I didn’t love so hard, I think. (more…)
I just learned something shocking about myself. It’s been true for years, but I had no idea until a little over a week ago.
First, a little background information: I come from a family of seamstresses. Two of my grandmothers are seamstresses, as is my mother. I grew up wearing handmade dresses and clothing my dolls with matching miniatures. My mom is so good, in fact, that she made my wedding dress.
With such talented ladies encouraging me, I learned to sew. At first with a needle, thread, and a swatch of scrap fabric. Then, with a machine. I made blankets for my Barbies and scarves for my dolls. And it was all fine and good. (more…)
I learned about setting boundaries in a room full of tiny humans.
I take my 16-month-old son to a RIE group where he can explore and interact with other littles his own age. But in all honesty, the class is for me.
I’m attempting to take a RIE approach to parenting my son – consciously fostering independence in him while being respectful of his needs and emotions. This may seem like a no-brainer, but it’s actually (more…)