For a while now, setting a word for the year has been a popular exercise. The idea: by setting a word for a year we can live with intention, turned...
Lucy looks at me and I can tell she is sad. The yellow pull toy dog my sons had once loudly dragged across my floor sits silent. Her little plastic...
“I am so sorry, baby!” I screamed maniacally at the hospital room’s dingy ceiling. I was yelling at no one and everyone. My second son was arriving, born in chaos...
March, of course, took an unforeseen turn for the whole world. And, as an Enneagram 7 and someone who has built an identity on travel and family adventure, it took...
A few years ago, I spent two straight days in the belly of a book: ONE YEAR OFF: Leaving It All Behind for A Round-the-World Journey with Our Children. The book is...
In retrospect, I was pretty dumb. I walked into the yoga studio, willingly and blindly skipping into a class that promised 108 sun salutations. “Come Renew and Refresh Your Spirit...
Life steams onward, with kids and ongoing demands and always the next sports practice. It can be challenging to stop and reflect. It seems self-indulgent to take time once a...
I went to yoga yesterday morning reluctantly. I had powered through work on my new passion project, and while I can dream forward I felt concern for how newborn and...
Remember my last post, the one where I shared gratitude and Family Friday Five links? No? Probably not because IT WAS SO LONG AGO. But here I am, months later,...
It has been a rough week here; a rough summer. We’ve been reeling for weeks from the tragic death of a best friend and Mr. Family Trip’s immense workload. Then,...