In our house sits a set of purple cushions that are folded perfectly into a little comfy couch. This purple couch sits in my kids’ playroom, a room packed full of pure, innocent imagination. Barbies going to school, stuffed animals that need bandaids, and tiny suitcases being packed for a trip to the beach. Sometimes […]
What’s your name again?
I have ADHD and I have dreams about dead people sometimes. (Is that sentence proof enough of the ADHD?) It’s not a self-diagnosed thing. When I was at the darkest point in my life and reached out for help, along with my other mental health diagnoses, I was diagnosed with “borderline ADHD.” By the way, […]
Sprinkling Grace
On a tearful morning for both of us this week, my 7 year old taught me a lesson I didn’t know I needed. This will all lead to that, I promise. There are two things in life that I feel very confident in. Surprisingly, neither of those things are dance. For a while, that gave […]
Lunch Table Theory
I have a metaphor – and bare with me, every reference in this will stick with that metaphor – but for the sake of what to call it, I’ll go with “theory.” I’m going to call it the lunch table theory. When we’re in middle school and high school, and we go through the lunch […]
Can I Be Blunt?
Can I be blunt? My cup doesn’t have room for your neighbor. I heard this quote the other day by Brene Brown that I haven’t gotten out of my head: “I don’t come in here and say, hey I know what’s going on with John – blah, blah, blah. Because when we do that, I […]
Baby Fever
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how happy I am that my kids aren’t babies anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE babies, and I loved my kids being babies. My Mom always said that my mothering instinct was so strong, I rocked my baby dolls before I could talk. My heart (and my […]
Love & War
I’m slowly writing a memoir. One choppy, jumpy, heartfelt chapter at a time, (what describes me better than racing, incomplete sentence thoughts?) months in between, so as not to force inspiration that’ll eventually turn into burnout and resentment, I’m doing it. For a long time, I convinced myself I couldn’t. More than a handful of […]
Not Just Another Frog
Memories are often triggered by a smell for me. The other day I put Thieves oils in my diffuser for the first time in a long time, and it put tears in my eyes. One of the first times I remember smelling that was when I knocked on my Grandma’s door and she was there […]
The Elephant in the Room
Most of my twenties, primarily the latter half, have been all about mental fortitude. What emotions do I want to tame and what do I want to feed? What do I need to be more quiet, what can I give power to, to be more loud? They’re simple to pinpoint. The work put into HOW […]
Ants & Bees
I would never dare be as honest with strangers in person as I am when I write. Maybe a piece of me feels like when I write, it’s really just to myself or for myself, maybe a handful of people. It’s one of the only times I feel I can be truly honest. When I […]