10.30.14 What really matters in life: A Life lesson from Jessie Spano and Claire Huxtable
Lately I have been feeling a little down. Not in the “woe is me” sort of way, but in a “how did I get myself into this” sort of way. I’ve been feeling unlike my self and as a result, a lot of things I have wanted to write about just aren’t finished because I haven’t given them the complete thought that they need.
Which brings me to Jessie Spano.
I don’t know if you all will remember that Saved By the Bell episode, but it is etched in my head like a microchip was inserted. Elizabeth Berkeley captured a moment I have been feeling for the past few months. Read more here
09.11.14 In a Sentimental Mood…
Today marks the 13th anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center in New York and the Pentagon in Washington, DC.
I have never told my account of the day that forever changed the US, but i’m in a sentimental mood…Read more here
09.03.14 Exposing Vulnerabilities
I can’t swim.
There I have said it. See, along time ago, when I was a child, I was taking swim lessons. One day, the lesson must’ve been holding your breath under water. Well, I missed that instruction, or maybe I didn’t know how to hold my breath, or maybe I just forgot. I remember all of us kids in the water, each with our handler holding us. Then all of a sudden I got dumped under water. There might have been a 1,2, 3, but I don’t remember it. There might’ve even been a “Okay, now hold your breath!” But I don’t remember it. All I remember is swallowing water, trying to let the person holding me know that I didn’t hold my breath, that I didn’t remember. I remember flailing my arms and legs. That time under water felt like an eternity. I felt like I was dying and I didn’t even know what dying was. It was the scariest and most vulnerable moment in my life. My life was in someone else’s hands and it was uncomfortable, it didn’t feel good. Instead of gear up for the next day ready to learn, I screamed and kicked my way out of it. I ran, never to take a swim lesson again. Read more here
07.13.14 What a Difference a Year makes
I have been truly humbled.
Today marks the One year anniversary of one of my best friend’s sobriety. One year ago today was a very dark period in her life. Usually I write about motherhood and all of it’s offshoots, but today I can’t help but write about my friend. Read more here
05.30.14 Dream Big, Kid.
I was talking with a lawyer who’s a dear friend of mine about our childhood and how she dreamed of being something that she currently wasn’t. We talked through her real dream, and she finally admitted that she wanted to be a dancer, and she thought of pursuing dance professionally. I encouraged her to follow that dream, with the hope that she really would to find her passion purpose back in her life. Read more here
05.06.14 To Spank or Not to Spank: That is the Question
This past weekend, I received a compliment I have been waiting to hear for years. No it wasn’t on my shoes, or clothes or “getting my body back” after baby, whatever that means (trust me, after you have a baby, there is no “body back” no matter how much weight you have lost). I digress.
As I was leaving a dinner party, filled with adults and kids, a lady walked up to me as I was getting my two children and said, “You have the most well behaved kids! They are so polite and have great manners, you’re doing such a good job with them.” Read more here
04.18.14 Would you do it again?
“If you had to do it over again, would you?”
This question was raised to me recently at a girl’s night in, a ritual that I have cherished since I was a teenager. Girls getting together does something for my soul. It renews my spirit in the collective, and refreshes my mind. It’s like going to the spa for my entire being.
So when I was asked this question, a late night filled with trash talking, advice, sailor cursing, and praying, I paused, because I wanted to give a true answer. An answer that didn’t trivialize the work that parents do, or the frustration we sometimes feel at the lack of understanding of the task at hand of raising whole beings, yet spoke to the reward we parents feel without glossing these truths over or sounding overly mushy. Read more here
04.02.14 I Don’t do Cock Fights
Self-editing is such a good thing.
So I begin my story by saying, I self-edit a lot. I have to, it’s part of my job, plus I have a husband and kids, so the ability to “keep it real” is not always afforded to me. So two weeks ago I had an idea, based off of an incident in my life that gave me ample dialogue for a post. I wasn’t able to type it out online, so I went to my journal. I furiously wrote my first thoughts down on paper and after finishing, I closed the book, hoping to write it out at some point on this blog.
I’m so glad I didn’t do that. Read more here
03.10.14 Where did my Brain go?
I swear I have some of the most brilliant posts in my mind. Just this weekend, I had an idea for a very thought provoking piece dealing with…yup, I can’t remember it. Read more here
03.04.14 What I miss about not having kids
I know, I’m suppose to say that I love my children and since i’ve had them my days have been infinitely blessed, I can’t imagine what life was like before them, what was I doing with my life, etc., etc., etc. Well I can tell you that my life was actually quite fulfilling before my kids. RIP good food, good bars, and spontaneous dates… Read more here
02.28.14 The New Norm
When I was growing up, there was a constant struggle to keep the house clean. My mother struggled with putting laundry away, keeping the dishes washed, etc. When my brother, my sister and me were older, we of course became the hired help – Read:chores, but she still struggled. I remember saying to myself, I will never let my house look like ours did at times.
Oh how we lie to ourselves. Read more here
02.24.14 Top 5 things TO do around young children
These little sponges take up a lot in a little amount of time. Show them the world. Read more here
02.24.14 Top 5 things you should NOT do when around young children
So this past weekend as I was feeding my 1 year old daughter, I was reminded of what not to do as I forgot to change out of my crisp white shirt into something more worn. Of course not only did the shirt get completely soiled, but so did my pants, shoes and somehow, bits of my hair had gotten food on them. So here is my list of what NOT to do when around these glorious little beings. I hate lists, but such is life. Read more here
02.06.14 I Might Quit or get Fired, and That Might be a Good thing
Let me begin by saying this is extremely difficult to write. But maybe if I do this, I’ll be free from the shackle that has blocked my writing stalemate for the past 2 years. See, I’ve been afraid to write about depression because I’ve been in denial. I’ve been in denial that I have been suffering from post-partum depression for 3 years. See, the world that I live in doesn’t permit me to wallow and be depressed. The world I live in is filled with daily tasks that need to be completed at home and at work. I can’t pause and tell everyone “excuse me while I work out my depression”. I have kids to feed, baths to give, groceries to buy, dishes to wash, hair to comb. I have guests to book, reports to fill out, news clips to pull, interviews to conduct. There’s no time for depression when you have so many people counting on you to be at your best game at all times. Read more here