By Wednesday afternoon – heck, even Monday afternoon – the grumbles start and coworkers throughout the office, city, world can be heard declaring: “I’m over this week! Is it Friday yet?!” Indeed, I find myself at the start of any given week eagerly anticipating the next weekend’s adventure. Surprisingly, I have more to do on … Continue reading Working for the Weekend
I recently had the great privilege of hosting family over the holidays. At just over 1,000 square feet our house is, in a word, small. Small, but mighty. What I like most about this small space is that it is functional and cozy. When viewing this house for the first time, I stood in the … Continue reading Hosting (and Living) in Small Spaces
In the beginning of 2019, I wrote that I wanted to be happy, healthy, and whole. As the year comes to a slow close, I wanted to take the opportunity to reflect on my mission of becoming my best self. I believe this to be a forever-style mission: a goal in which progress can be … Continue reading 2019 Reflections
Having healthy boundaries with words is a big deal. The things we say will make or break us as individuals and our words directly affect every aspect of every relationship. When we are careful and measured with our words we can maintain our relationships. Contrarily, being brash and cruel leads to hurt feelings and contempt … Continue reading Healthy Boundaries with Words
I recently took inventory of my paid-time off to use before the end of the year and was pleasantly surprised to see that I had more days than expected. A PTO surplus is not something I’ve had before, so I immediately texted my husband to inform him that we should play hooky. He had been … Continue reading Planning to Play Hooky
My son, I will not fight you anymore. You, in and of yourself, I will not fight. You do not know what you want from one second to another and that’s okay. I will no longer force you into choosing. As your mother, I will not try to control you any longer or bend your … Continue reading At Breakfast Time
I just love the smell in the air of fall mornings. In the coolness, the smell of drying pine needles and leaves is not lost. No matter what kind of frenzy with which I approach my front door, it is ultimately swept away in the cool morning. I am reminded to breathe in the present … Continue reading Fall: A Love Letter
