I love this line from a Maren Morris song:
“When the bones are good, the rest don’t matter.”
This pretty much sums up how I feel about nutrition. Stress management, sleep, movement and mindfulness are all important parts of a healthy lifestyle, but I believe without whole foods and a nutritious diet we won’t have a strong foundation to build from. And if the foundation is not good, the rest doesn’t matter. This is why it’s so important to start healthy eating habits from an early age.
So when a friend recently asked if I thought PediaSure was a good…
The tension continues to mount. He is testing me.
Will I stand firm?
Am I committed?
Will I back down?
He knows me because he is cut from me. His will to exercise his independence is fierce. He will not stray.
We are in the ring fighting for something neither of us can clearly define. Trying to “get” something that will never be found.
I breathe into the rage but an internal storm is quickly brewing and my feeble attempt provides no relief.
Words fly from his mouth and are matched by my ignorant attempt at parenting, knowing full well…
My heart flutters as I leave his condo. I feel like skipping to my car and singing at the top of my lungs. The rain has nothing on me today. I LOVE rain!
My heart feels full.
I try to focus on the computer in front of me but my mind wanders back to last night, to this morning. The hair on my arm stands up. My excitement is palpable.
The flutters have been replaced with doubt. I try to compartmentalize my feelings in little boxes that can be neatly placed on the shelf.
The wall begins to erect. It…
I panicked but instead of pushing away, I unconsciously detached “physical me” from “emotional me” and “spiritual me”.
Internally I was screaming RUN, but externally my body would not listen.
It had other plans.
Other needs, perhaps?
Regardless, the connection had been severed.
I felt shame, weak, and vulnerable.
And then the anger came.
It didn’t appear as a flash of lightning, but more of a gradual glow, that one day yielded an “a-ha!”
My lack of trust and fear of opening up had left me stifled when it came to intimate relationships. What I wanted was not what I…
We moved into our townhouse five years ago. After seeing and closing on a property in a matter of weeks, and jumping through hoops to ensure the purchase happened, it was now ours.
Thankfully moving day was not a foreshadowing or indicative of our experiences to come. If you are familiar with the West Coast, you understand what a rainy day can look like.
Moving is not fun on the best of days, but moving in the rain can be worse, much worse. And depending on how well you packed, can also get messy. …
We like to predict the future.
After all, we are a species that thrives on certainty, yet we live in a world where change is the only constant.
Many of us are parenting through unprecedented times, and as the rate of change increases, it is nearly impossible for anyone to fully comprehend what the future will look like.
So how do I guide my son and help him navigate the future when I have no idea what his future will look like?
Facebook, Instagram, and YouTube did not even exist when I was younger, yet now they are a primary…
’Twas the night before DWD and my stomach was turning,
Uncertain what to expect, but anticipating many learnings.
It was a dream to attend that came out of the blue,
I was extremely grateful to see what we’d do.
The first day was amazing with values and beliefs,
15 hours passed quickly to my great relief.
Turns out my problems were just meaning’s I gave,
In order to change course, I needed to be brave.
We DANCED! learned the triad and 6 human needs,
Tony laid the groundwork and planted the seeds.
The path of meaning was quite a trip,
And Working From Home.
I reiterated this mantra multiple times a day during the first few weeks of homeschooling. It often followed a heated discussion, baked in frustration, and sometimes ending in tears.
“You are the worst Mommy in the world.”
Over the last couple of months, I have heard that phrase more than I care to admit. There are still days I question my ability to homeschool and my son’s ability to learn anything from me.
Can I teach my son?
Is homeschooling healthy for my son and me?
Will homeschooling harm our relationship?
Can I effectively work from…
Is it possible we are not that different after all?
I am that one.
You know the one.
The one who simply can’t accept the status quo.
The one who asks too many questions.
The one who digs until she understands the who, what, when, where, why, and how.
The one who is often swimming upstream in the amazon river.
As I read his message, a nauseous feeling emerges in the pit of my stomach.
His vulgarities evoke anger. His accusations are hurtful.
I reread the last line.
“You are a selfish, ignorant bit** who should shut the f*** up!”