Sing.

Perhaps you saw me that day?  I was the lady with my head down–staring at my phone–trying not to be recognized as “their mom.”  Yeah.  Those were my kids in the bathroom.  They were the ones belting out the song from Moana because apparently the acoustics provided by Costco’s facilities are exactly perfect for a … More Sing.

The Promise.

Sobering, yet exciting.  Awful, yet awesome.  Overflowing with regret, yet bursting with anticipation.  Every year, during Holy Week, I wrestle with these dichotomies as the days tick down to my single favorite holiday of them all–Easter. Christmas is welcomed after endless months of planning, and running, and wrapping.  Thanksgiving comes after days of cooking and baking. … More The Promise.

Just One

What is your definition of “success?” Is it a tied to bank statements or retirement accounts? Is it linked to the achievement of certain career goals? Or, if you have multiple children under the age of 5, is it simply defined as whether or not you have enough time to get a shower AND wash … More Just One

Bloom.

One day, we went walking through a 550-year old lava field….. What?  You never started a sentence like that?   Well, neither did I; until just last week, that is.  Last week we did something we never, ever do: We took our kids on vacation. To most of you this may mean nothing at all. … More Bloom.

Abandoned?

I have a confession to make.  Sometimes I get on my knees to pray and {for just a tiny, split-second} I wonder if Anyone is actually listening. In one week’s time, a beautiful wife & mother of 4 young children lost her year-long battle with brain cancer.  That freaking repulsive tumor stripped her of her … More Abandoned?

My purpose (?)

Change is beckoning.  Calling to me from around the corner–blinking like a blue-light special at the Kmart we frequented when I was a child. As a military wife of almost 17 years my purpose has been easy–be “the constant.” In a life that changes with every TDY, PCS, job title, and promotion I have always … More My purpose (?)

Mini-Me.

She is the one who resembles me the most.  She’s a bookworm who loves to read and she carries her journal everywhere we go in case she gets a good idea for the story she’s writing.  She’s sensitive, but outspoken; feisty, melodramatic, adventurous, and loves a good laugh.  She mimics my facial expressions when she talks … More Mini-Me.

Not weak.

Double-knotted shoes. Favorite playlist on pause. Watch ready at 00.00.   This is my routine. I check each one as I walk out the door and then it begins. Everytime I do this I spend the first few minutes wondering, why?  My knee and foot ache…scar tissue reminding me of my glory days.  Eight months of … More Not weak.

Nathan’s Diner

Anyone who knows my Nate knows he’s always thinking about something.  His wonderful brain never stops planning, pondering, or picturing his next “thing.”  For weeks he’s been following me around the kitchen; scribbling ingredients on a piece of notebook paper and making them read like recipes. Monday morning, his alarm went off at 6:30am.  He … More Nathan’s Diner