Yes, I am still alive. Yes, I know it has been almost exactly two years since my last post. A shit ton has happened to me the last two years and I am lucky that I have been able to keep my kids alive and fed, my house from going
Anyone who really knows me, absolutely knows that I am not very good at being on time. I stay up too late and I don’t like to get up in the morning… We rush around and I never really am truly altogether sane in the morning. I admit, sometimes
Breakfast ❤️❤️❤️ This photo was just a quick snap, while I was rushing through our morning routine ... but it is such a BEAUTIFUL reminder of the important things... sharing a table with your sisters ... prepping for the day... drawing and talking and thinking and BEING A FAMILY. This table is kind
A letter to my daughters üå∏üå∏üå∏ Father Time is sneaky and even as the languid summer days seemed to last forever, the months slipped quietly by and now here we are, just hours before you three embark on your BIG school adventures... the beginning of middle school for the Divine Miss
It is the craziest thing, how I get busy and time gets away from me and I get involved in life... and I FORGET to write things down. I actually kind of love that I have been away from this space for a while, immersed in LIFE and living and
It is one minute into May 30, 2018. I am one minute into my 50th year on this planet. I had a birthday today, and I celebrated with chili dogs and a Kroger birthday cake and 4 candles, lit by my husband and blown out as a coordinated effort by
I had a dream, early this morning that woke me with a start and a cold sweat of dread. My heart was pounding in my head and I didn't know where I was. Sweet Margaux had called for me in the night, and I guess, I had sleepily climbed the
Five years ago at this very moment, 2:31 am, I was writing a letter to my unborn babies, who were squirming around inside my swollen belly. Easter Sunday had just passed and my 6 year old daughter had left to go to Grandma's and I had tearfully hugged her
Time is passing. I sometimes feel like I am just biding my time in between doctor's appointments, figuratively holding my breath. I am certainly living, involved in my kid's lives and doing my work and enjoying my days. But the span in between appointments has felt extra long this time.
I was running late, per my usual routine. I had hit snooze one too many times on this dreary February Saturday and when I realized it, I was already behind. I threw on my scrubs, splashed water on my face and pulled my hair back in a ponytail, grimacing in