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Surrender

Surrender

This is a guest post written in June 2012 for Totsy.com. As parents we like to think we’re in charge. We make rules, plan dinner, enforce bedtimes, and create a structure for our families that will insure maximum health and happiness. But if we’re being honest with ourselves, are we really in control? In reality… … Continue reading

Finding the Light

Finding the Light

I’m craving an orchard. A place to behold and celebrate life in this potent harvest time. A place to work, find peace, smell the dirt and feel the simple heat of the earths light… the crunch and crackle of the wind. A place where exhaustion is won through joyous hard work, instead of defeating stress. … Continue reading

Big Girls & Freight Trains

Big Girls & Freight Trains

Who is this little girl? I’m looking over pictures with a crazy mixture of pride, awe and disbelief at the little person she has become. A far cry from the colicky, needy, anti-social babe who couldn’t be bothered with large groups. And forget about a party. But now – she IS the party. She’s charming … Continue reading

BLOGS & DESERT FROLICKING

BLOGS & DESERT FROLICKING

How has so much time passed without a post?! Oh, right…I know how.  From countless hours spent happily researching fellow bloggers for my new j-o-b in the last 3 weeks (newest faves listed on ‘Places I Love’ page). So many witty, snarky, sentimental, smart and brave ladies; recording their families’ lives and splaying their emotional … Continue reading

Guiltless Patriotism + Happy Stuff

After an apartment move, a bout of Roseola, a sudden death in the family, and the start of a new job all in a two week span (yeah for adulthood!) I’m finally feeling settled and ready to spout again. To cover the span of time I’ve got a few points to cover, so please forgive … Continue reading

I’LL SHOW YOU MINE

In the last 24 hours I have:  Accidentally shoplifted 4 jars of organic baby food from a local Vons. I won’t be using the BOB as a shopping basket anymore. Let one rip in public and attempted to blame it on my innocent baby, gasping in faux-shock as I looked accusingly down at her stroller…only … Continue reading