growing up & getting real
[Takes a big sigh and pauses for 3 full minutes before beginning the next sentence] I've been holding on to a secret weapon for far too long and I'm finally ready to share it with my blog family: Tapping...also known as Emotional Freedom Technique...also known as crazy voodoo by my former self. I was first... Continue Reading →
It’s been quite a while since I’ve written regularly, and that was not my plan. And spoiler alert: entering the not-as-planned will be a recurring theme in this post. As I entered 2018, I was feeling pretty good. Strong, actually. With emotional and physical reserves to spare. The family was chugging along in a good... Continue Reading →
Since my dad died in February, it's certainly been a blur of emotions and adjustments. I hope to share with you more of this journey some day, but for now I'd like to share the stanzas that have helped me walk through every step. I've never enjoyed poetry nor attempted to write it, but for... Continue Reading →
Tonight marks the first full month since my father passed away suddenly and peacefully in his sleep. That sentence feels so foreign. This month has been a blur. A blur of tears, sleeplessness, gazing out windows, peaking into my thoughts, curling up on the couch and into the presence of God, running from the question... Continue Reading →
Getting really practical today. Talking about winter blues and how I combat them. Especially when coming down off of a Holiday High. I grew up in Boston, which basically meant no sunlight from October to April. Ok, perhaps a slight exaggeration, but not much. I wasn't self-aware enough to observe how this affected me, but... Continue Reading →
It's been a long year. We've celebrated birthdays and holidays and first steps and first teeth and learning to read and how to ride a bike and how to swim without floaties. Micah spent 2 weeks in China, we summered in New England (I've always wanted to say that phrase...summered...) and we've done a whole... Continue Reading →
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