Rows upon rows of sunflowers, my Papa’s favorite. It seemed no matter which direction we turned we were welcomed with more sunflowers. We no longer needed to look at our watches to keep time, the sunflowers did it for us.
A couple weeks ago a friend of mine asked if I’d like to come shop her LulaRoe boutique. I’ll be totally honest, I cringed just a bit. I’ve only had one other experience with the brand, and while I am a huge lover of wearing leggings from sun up to sun down, I find all… Continue reading The Case for Carly – A Review
We rush into swim lessons. Baby girl in on my hip. She is perfectly capable of walking but for the sake of expediency I whisk her into my arms. My little boy holds her foot, tugging me in a downward backward motion. I just want to get out of the hot sun. “Stop pulling me… Continue reading Our Numbered Days – Parenting
Last week a 6-year-old Alabama boy is murdered in the backseat of his Mother’s stolen car. Yesterday a home-made bomb maims and kills over twenty people. From the cozy interior of my Utah home life hasn’t changed. But it has. It does. The weight of life’s seemingly endless cruelty and senselessness can be together all… Continue reading How We Cope
As a transplant to Utah I’m still very much in the season of making new friends and getting to know people. We don’t know each other’s back story. We don’t know each other’s struggles and triumphs. It’s all new. The other day I was at the gym with one of my new friends—because really they’re… Continue reading Pregnancy Broke my Body, but I Don’t Need to Stay Broken
My children are absolutely more important than my home or even on those rough days my physical appearance. Jo’s got that right. There is something so freeing about being able to sit on the floor and just enjoy your children.
A weekend viewing of The Minimalists new documentary appropriately titled, Minimalism, spurred a renewed vigor to purge the unnecessary things in our home. Sunday afternoon found my husband cleaning out his side of the closet and chest of drawers. By national standards we already own much less than the average American, nonetheless… We still want… Continue reading Less, then Lovely