I bought a long Patagonia down jacket. It’s red. I live in Central Oregon. There are too many jokes about this to even get started. Suffice it to say it’s quite cliche. In light of my recent blog about being frugal, I will share it was in a resale store, hanging there all pretty and … Continue reading A jacket
You’re doing good work. You’ll never be perfect. You are amazing just as you are. You are building something worthwhile. My writing brain sang these words as I ran home from the office tonight, to wrap my kids up in big mommy hugs. They are the words I would write, in a holiday note, to … Continue reading Just right
I work in child and family wellness, mental health, specifically. It is such a delicate field, and I help people through some of the hardest times they’ve ever had. Every day I find myself walking this fine line between two extremes – personal and professional. I like to think I have found a happy 60/40 to … Continue reading Everyone has a butt crack.
The coffee bar I’m in is warm and friendly and quiet and soft. The tables don’t wobble. I stepped outside to use my phone. I love a place that reminds you of the importance of common courtesies, which are more or less lost in our fast-paced, overflowing, overstimulating world. The leaf pattern floating on top … Continue reading Pretty coffee and too much to do
Every minute, of every day, I am consumed by the needs of others. I am a mom, which I am deeply grateful to be, and I am a caregiver by both nature and profession. In the evening, after both kiddos are tucked safely, I turn off and sort of go away. I don’t go anywhere … Continue reading Thankful.
When I was young and single, I was fortunate to have several friends who sort of adopted me. They gave me a sense of belonging, and stability on the shaky bridge between my young life and the life that was unfolding before me. Lundi is one of these people, and despite being separated by distance … Continue reading Lazy, lazy Sunday
Art flows from my daughter’s fingertips like magic. She floats to another plane and Amazing appears before our very eyes. And sometimes she throws hasty scribbles on paper, pronounces it a masterpiece, and marches on to the next activity – whatever that may be. I love her. She is soft and wiggly and bright, and … Continue reading The day the world flew away…