The familiar words reach our ears. I hate that they are familiar. Isis. Extremist. Suicide bomber.
Rainbow Cake For My Girl
I stayed up really late on Friday night making her cake. It wouldn’t have been as late had I remembered to grease the cake pans, had the cakes come out cleanly, had I only had to make four cakes one time.
In The Garden, In The Kitchen
When I cook and garden with my kids my world is vivid and understandable. I feel like we have everything we need: confidence, connection, simplicity, love, learning, ability and each other.
Giving
As my big goal in life is to raise daughters who are compassionate, giving, strong thinking life-lovers, I recently decided we are going to collaboratively give more often. Specifically, in some small or large way, we will give every day.
Lodge Mama
I found myself by the fire with a sleeping baby across my lap, so content to be that mama. The one who spent her ski day on the bottom half of the mountain. Teaching, carrying, holding, schlepping, feeding, rocking, documenting, encouraging. A different kind of badass.
A New Bra And I Run.
In the last few months the familiar itch to Run has been getting itchier. I wonder how I could prioritize it and, more nervously, what it would all look and feel like.
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