I got my haircut last night. My previous haircut was seven months ago. They suggest getting your hair trimmed every 6-8 weeks. You could say I was a bit behind. Last week I had a colonoscopy. It was so pleasant. That is a total lie.… Continue Reading…the care and keeping of you (and me)
When I write a post, I feel like I’m writing to friends. I’ve been doing this for five years now and while things have changed and grown in ways I never could have imagined, it still feels small and personal and like we’re sitting across… Continue Reading…me, in bullet points.
This is a re-post from last year – it just felt like the right post to share again today. I adore this time of year as much as the next person, but it never fails that the joy and twinkling lights and peppermint candies are… Continue Reading…when the holidays magnify heartache
My parents divorced when I was 20.
I know they say that adult children deal with divorce better than younger ones – and that probably is true to a point – but it sure doesn’t feel good or easy or right even when you’re grown and out of the house.
Let me back up for a second …
My childhood was just about as good as I could have ever asked for. I am the middle of three girls, our parents were young and fun, we lived in family-friendly neighborhoods with good schools and activities nearby. We grew up close to our grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins spending a lot of time with them for holidays, sleepovers, every chance we could. We had traditions and memories, vacations and love. Truly, I could not have asked for a better childhood.
Which I think is what made the break-up of our family even more difficult to deal with.
A handful of factors led to that devastating moment when my dad made the choice to leave us. It never made sense to me – maybe it still doesn’t – how a man who adored his family and did everything he could to protect and provide for us could make the choice to walk away. I don’t think he knew what the true consequences were going to be. Maybe if he did, he would have chosen differently. I’d like to think so.
It still stings all these years later. I’ve healed a ton, but gosh my heart is still fragile. I miss him and feel sad and let down and even though I know their divorce was not my fault, I still can’t get over the feeling that maybe we just weren’t worth enough for him to choose us.
I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I guess I’ve just been struggling with some of the long-lasting issues that come with feeling not-chosen and it seems like something I should confess. Maybe you feel rejection in your life, too?Continue Reading…chosen (thoughts + free art prints)
I am home now from Rwanda. The flight was loooong and jet lag is winning, but I’m trying to get back into regular life and this blog post is attempt no. 1. How do you share all that was experienced? There are no words.… Continue Reading…currently (home from rwanda edition)
My best friend prayed for me before I left for Rwanda. She prayed that as I rode on the rollercoaster that the trip would be, I would always hold fast to God’s promise that he loves all of His children and wants to do His… Continue Reading…twirling in Africa
I am a working mom. This is something I never would have expected to say about myself 15 years ago. And yet, here I am, happy and fulfilled (and often a little overwhelmed) by being a mom and a working woman. I’ve been coming into… Continue Reading…on being a working mom
We met our freshman year of college in Southern California; K.C. from Arizona, me from Washington state, both away from home for the first time and eager for what was to come. We became fast friends, rooming together for the next three years, nearly losing… Continue Reading…the day my best friend moved away
Every once in a while, I compile a list of things that don’t necessarily need their own post, but they are fun/entertaining/informative and worth sharing. So here I am, getting it all out. I actually kinda like these random posts – they feel like a… Continue Reading…all the random things
There’s a super cute mom at preschool pickup who reminds me so much of me just a few years ago. She has an almost four-year old who holds her almost two-year old’s hand to cross the parking lot, while she awkwardly carries her newborn in… Continue Reading…It gets easier
It’s a long-winded, journal-ly post today. Be warned. Our oldest son is just the nicest kid – he is smart and friendly, witty and creative. He’s responsible and caring (and as sloppy as they come, but I try to overlook that part). He’s a leader… Continue Reading…he takes great delight in you
Every once in a while I have all these random things to share and even though they make no sense together, it’s a pretty accurate picture of what’s happening in my brain. Lots of jumbled ideas and current faves that maybe you can relate to… Continue Reading…all the random things
First of all, G O S E A H A W K S ! The excitement in this city, this household, this girl is out of control. We love our Superbowl-bound football team! . . . . . . . . . . . .… Continue Reading…getting personal
It’s a phrase that often leaves my lips … … when they head out the door in the morning … when they’re about to get themselves into trouble … when we leave them with a babysitter or drop them for a playdate with a friend… Continue Reading…make good choices {there’s an app for that}
While perusing pinterest, I came across this fun fill-in-the-blank. Since goal setting does not come naturally to me, this prompt seemed like an easier way to reflect on little ways to make this new year a success. Here are my answers: BAD HABIT TO BREAK… Continue Reading…goals for the new year
