On Taking Time

Taking time...it's a concept that floats around us in our busy lives. Taking time to stop. Taking time to listen. Taking time. It means we are being intentional. Purposeful. Focused. Right? It's also a phrase that conveys action. We are taking--seizing--time. Why does this matter? It matters because if we are not intentional, purposed, and... Continue Reading →

Stay with me

  I took my youngest to the doctor this morning for recurrent fevers and headaches...no other complaints...and then out of nowhere, she developed croup an hour later. I moved her from the couch to my bed. A noise woke her at one point, and in a croupy-whisper-panicked sort of way, she asked me to stay... Continue Reading →

1o Essential Oil Hacks for Busy Moms

It occurred to me today that using essential oils is like the¬†easiest mom "skill" to learn that can have a huge impact on your emotions, health, and lifestyle. I've been using them a few years--before they were "cool"--so I've got some experience here. They are what makes me a ninja with my kids. Feel free... Continue Reading →

Why I Put “Mother” On My Resume

I did something I've never done before today. I listed "Mother" as a job title on my resume. I don't think that's on any of the HR How-To lists, nor was it mentioned in any professional business college courses I've ever taken. Yet, while I was typing up my relevant work experience, I realized that... Continue Reading →

What Faith Is

Faith is finding your child after she runs and hides, carrying her to the car as she kicks and screams. Buckling her in as she starts to sob in a panic, begging to not go. Arriving and having to figure out how to unlock her door that she's keeping locked, then literally carrying her as... Continue Reading →

Surviving Adult Chickenpox

I am thirty, and I have the chickenpox. Not shingles. Not a few red spots. Full blown-itching-my-brain-out-chickenpox. Google "adult chickenpox" and you won't find much about how to survive this. Maybe because you're supposed to have gotten this over and done with in childhood, or maybe because it's not survivable. I'll let you know which... Continue Reading →

Dear Mom Like Me

Dear mom who is run down, looks like a hot mess, feels like she can't remember who she is, is sure she is failing, feels guilty because she is secretly angry inside, is convinced her life is a hamster wheel, but somehow loves being with these amazing little people even more than she is frustrated... Continue Reading →

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