It would be easy for me to get a big head. (Actually I DO have a big head. Hats look super funny on me.) I’m smart. I have a degree from a reputable college (go Heels!!). I have a (smokin’ hot) husband who lets me sleep in. I have a successful business…many, actually. I have …
Category Archives: Intentional Living
a season of waiting
It’s currently 7:10pm on Friday night. Clara and Porter, who still have tomato sauce on the corners of their mouths, are sitting at my feet engrossed in (the same exact episode that we always watch of) Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I remember when Henry was little and watching Finding Nemo over and over and over and …
why it’s ok to sit this one out, mama
I’m busy. You’re busy. We’re all so busy. And are we any better for it??? The things. The schedule. Do they make us better?? Do the tasks ENRICH our lives?? Sometimes, yes. But not always (and more and more I’m finding usually not). I was talking recently with a friend about her family’s Summer schedule. …
the being, not the doing
(Happy Memorial Day!! Big thanks to all of those who have served our country! If you’re reading early in the morning, I’m be running the Bolder Boulder 10k! I’m hoping to report back that it went well – my wave starts at 7:02:10 this morning. It’s going to be a BLAST!!) We’re on the downslope …
on priorities and the slowness and the desire for simplicity
Sitting down to blog real fast before my afternoon groups get here. I’ve already planned out their workout so I have like 20 minutes to spare. Porter and Clara are napping and Henry’s doing his schoolwork (which is Reading Eggs at the moment). I’m at the kitchen table, snacking on some pretzels (these) and drinking …
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these kids….they’re learning
There are a million little pieces of white paper on my kitchen floor. This gives me goosebumps. If you know me, you know that floors are my thing. My crazy comes out. They must be clean. I think every woman (person) has their own kind of crazy. Maybe yours is that you can’t stand having …