Wanted: people willing to shine light into darkness.
Yo ho ho! Happy Father’s Day!
It turns out a happy, creative parent is a better parent. (Especially when puffy paint is involved.)
It's been almost five years since I lost my mom and just when I think, mother's day - it's all good, I'm cool! Totally got this!...well, you can probably guess where this is going. Let me walk you through all the feels this weekend, assisted with the imagery of Leslie Knope of Parks and Rec.… Continue reading My mother’s day, as told with Leslie Knope gifs
Before there were synced calendars and day planners and even before there were trapper keepers, there was a little girl who sat in trees. She sat in the trees for what felt like hours, though it might have been mere minutes. She dreamed, journal-ed and sketched. She transported to a place of joy and bliss, cradled in the crooks of maples and oaks, conversing with imaginary beings.
To accept vitality as your birthright means to accept that these states of being matter in the first place. That joy matters. That how you are is as important as what you do. Like most people I didn't arrive to these lessons through sitting in the light.
1. Stay up late ranking the names of Kim Kardashian's children, from least awful to most awful. (In case you are curious: North (but go by Nori, obv), Saint, and poor lil' Chicago is last.) 2. Sleep in late and eat kettle corn and coffee for breakfast. (Doubles as a colon cleanse?! Lol) 3. Chuckle… Continue reading Rules for a sisters-only getaway
"Sometimes the bee stings, and sometimes it makes honey." Z, age 4, tiny Buddha (and recently stung by a bee for the first time.) Watercolor pencil, pen and water
In not-at-all-surprising news, I got sick with a bad cold. (My last post was literally about how I need to practice more self-care.) Sigh. I’m working on more rest, less doing in my daily life, so I figured practicing this while sick would be a good place to start. In fact, what better way to… Continue reading The man-cold experiment
Imagine a parental stress continuum. At one end is the mythical and totally unatainable smiling happy family lounging on a white couch. At the other end: stress-eating peanut butter out of the jar at midnight.