Today I’m honored to be interviewing my friend Trina as part of the blog tour celebrating the release of her second book, Embracing Beauty. The first time I met Trina in person, we were roommates at Relevant (now Allume). Before the weekend was over, she was loaning me shirts and gently encouraging me to embrace my own…
When the beating of your heart Echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start When tomorrow comes! (lyrics to “Do You Hear the People Sing”) It was over ten years ago that I was first introduced to Les Miserables. I knew it was a classic book, of course, but that…
I eat chocolate chips when I have a cold. I know sugar is the last thing I need when I am sick, but the chocolate chips feel so creamy and smooth on my sore throat — until they make me cough later. I am the same way with rest. I scan Facebook when I am…
Dear Panda Express, We just got back from a three week vacation with three kids. And you were the only place we ate more than once. And, in fact, visited three times. After a full day at the zoo that included watching the most adorable Panda ever eat a stick of bamboo, there seemed nowhere…
We knew they were ready to head towards home when they started talking about their “bonk” beds. We were two weeks and about 1600 miles into our vacation and about ready to start retracing our steps home. We were still enjoying our trip (especially since everyone was finally healthy!) but we were ready to sleep…
After three weeks of vacation, it’s hard to settle back into the ordinary. Dinner doesn’t make itself, and the dishes pile up. Despite all the laundry we did on the road, there were half a dozen loads to do when we arrived home. There are bags and boxes to unpack and routines to re-establish. And…
My mom took pictures. We rolled our eyes and we thought it was annoying. We hammed it up with the most ridiculous expressions and posed in ways only we thought were beautiful. And with the click of a shutter, Mom captured the moment for all time. My mom became a Creative Memories consultant when I…
It’s what I feel when he reaches behind the driver’s seat to hold my hand, sitting there behind him. It’s what I know I am when he’s tired and working late and we’re taking care of kids more than each other. It’s what I feel when I walk out of doors and feel the breeze…
We bought it on our honeymoon. The receipt is still in the back of our photo album, along with the rest of our maps and brochures and receipts chronicling that week. (And we think gas is expensive now!) We found it at the Mammoth Hot Springs General Store. Little did we know my sister-in-law would…
I have spent so much of my life being afraid of what people will think of me. I should have worn something different tonight — I am going to stick out like a sore thumb. Her hair is so gorgeous — everyone must think mine looks awful. My house is a mess — I can’t…
Someone spilled their juice at breakfast. Again. And it’s no use crying over spilt milk or juice, but it’s the fact that it’s spilt over and again that tries one’s patience. Too often I react to my children’s little spills and mistakes with less patience than they show towards me. And it’s in the midst…
Christmas was the first trip we’ve taken with him that we didn’t pack the Boba or the Ergo or the wrap—or all three. And I only wished we had it once. He’s twenty months and getting oh so very man-like. Think ahead to a time when your little boy’s a man And you’d give anything…
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