For weeks now—ok, months—I have been obsessed with accomplishing a very long list of tasks. And for good reason. With a second baby coming soon and having just moved internationally, there’s been a lot to do. Getting the house unpacked, prepping the nursery, and just keeping up with the daily pace of life has consumed all of my time, energy and focus. Continue reading “Forgotten What Really Matters? Take A Lesson From A Troll”
Before having my first child, I read everything I could on labor and the birthing process. I practiced my breathing techniques. I had a music playlist to keep me focused and an oil diffuser to keep me calm. I was ready. Or so I thought. Continue reading “Hurts So Good: Pushing Through The Pain”
In the spirit of the pre-season holidays (aka Christmas in July), I have a confession to make: I’m a Dickens nightmare.
Continue reading “The Gift You’ll Never Regret Giving”
If you’ve ever looked at an Army soldier’s uniform, you may have noticed that the American flag patch worn on the right arm sleeve is facing backwards. The stars are in the upper right hand corner and the strips on the left.
On oddity for sure—until I learned the reason why. Continue reading “Freedom Runs Forward”
Feeling tired already? Me too. In fact, I’m pretty sure I have this T-shirt in five different colors—one for every day of the week. But take heart, friends. When you dig deep, there’s something good waiting for you on the other side.
And let us not lose heart and grow weary and faint in acting nobly and doing right, for in due time and at the appointed season we shall reap, if we do not loosen and relax our courage and faint. – Galatians 6:9 (AMPC)
So keep pushing. Keep moving. Keep up the good work. In doing good, your efforts will never be in vain.
Hotdogs. Pool time. Four-day weekend. This is what Memorial Day weekend is all about, right? Depends on who you ask. Continue reading “Memorial Day: What Are We Really Celebrating?”
In the third grade, I was a sassy little know-it-all. I flaunted my intellectual prowess over the other students like a lord over his plebeians. I honestly don’t think I meant to be so elitist, I just hadn’t learned to reign in my enthusiasm. But there was one girl—let’s call her Tonya—who was about to call me out on it. Continue reading “The Power Behind Your Words”