The news of the tragedy of the hurricanes has been so devastating. It sparks in me memories of surviving our own disaster, The Tubbs Fire, that happened exactly seven years ago today. May we hold onto what is truly important, try to love one...
I sighed when I saw it; My brand new Cashmere Woods candle on the bathroom counter with the wax only partially burned. One of the girls must have used it for bubble bath ambiance, but had blown it out too soon. I’ve told them on repeat about the...
I woke up with a weight on my chest. An Election year… Some old feelings are back again. Some just won’t go away. Being a sensitive person with empathy is a wonderful thing until, because of it, you absorb so much emotion that you suddenly feel...
If you guys even KNEW the level of absolute MAYHEM… Since last night we have been smelling an awful smell, and couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. We checked everywhere, we thought. It was to no avail. I take care of my infant...
I love fall. Every year it’s like I get more desperate for its arrival. By the time it gets to September, I’m like, “I’m going to need a crisp leaf on my desk by 8am or else.” As a matter of fact, it’s the whole of the fall to winter season I love...
It seems every time I log onto social media, some new friend is posting about their child’s College Move-In Day. It must just be the age I’m at now. All these young adults now smiling in front of their new school signs were once just babies, it...
Two weeks ago, to round out summer, my mom offered that, if I could come up with a cost-effective last-hurrah summer trip itinerary for me, her, and the girls, she would pay for it. The thought of this idea completely thrilled me. I had been dying...
We went on our annual Moms and kids camping trip last week. It’s been nearly a decade of that same exact thing. My friend Amanda and I load up our cars with a month worth of things and converge on the local KOA for three nights of campfire...
We live in a one-bathroom home. Living here now are five people. It’s become commonplace to be sitting in my chair at the end of the day and to hear some form of “whose turn it is in there” squabble. Last night I could hear my youngest and my...
Every year, at least once, I get the wild hair to introduce my children to some kind of classic. This has taken on many forms, but is usually contained to movies or shows now, after the disastrous outcome of trying to make them all sit around my...