We sent valentines as kids, making sure everyone in our class got a pretty slip of paper that we scribbled our names on. As we grew, maybe we gave valentines to significant others. Maybe it became a commercial holiday we met with dread. Maybe we traded in Valentine’s Day for Galentines Day, swapping love notes and flowers for girlfriends and wine. Somewhere along the way, … Continue reading Sending Little Love Notes
Earlier this week I spent some time thinking about failure, and came to the realization that, like beauty – failure is in the eye of the beholder. Sometimes, what you’re failing at isn’t the acton itself; instead it’s failing at letting go of the preconceived notion of what that action, and its results, are supposed to be. While talking with a trusted advisor this week about … Continue reading Let Love Rule
To my son, They say that motherhood changes you, but in truth it’s impossible to fully grasp that concept until you’ve lived through it. Looking back, I barely understand the person who existed before you. While so many parts of me are still the same (or in the very least have resurfaced), everything is deeper in a way that I never could have imagined. Things … Continue reading A Letter to My Son, On Mother’s Day
But here’s the thing, mommas. You’re here. This is your life. It is too late (in the best way possible, I pinky promise). And no, your family will never, ever, not even for a solitary moment, be better off without you. They need you. And right now, you really need them. Especially that new little baby of yours. Continue reading We Are Motherhood: I am the face of postpartum depression
Lately it feels like we’re always in a rush to get to the finish line, and that the process of getting there is just that – what we need to get there. Nothing more, nothing less. Something to rush through, because wow, won’t it be amazing once we get “there”. Continue reading The Beauty is in the Blooming
Random acts of kindness have been sweeping the nation over the last few years, and I think it’s pretty amazing. There is no downside to being nice to a stranger. Whether it’s buying a coffee, paying for groceries, or leaving a note on a windshield, the world can always use a little more love and kindness. But what if we also focused on un-random acts … Continue reading The Un-Random Act of Kindness
Because, as my good friend told me today, silence is signing off. And I refuse to sign off on the things that I know, in my heart, are wrong. Continue reading Why We Have to Say It.
Letters are a part of our personal history, and it was time for that part of my history to include action. Continue reading Now is the Time to Write What Matters.
The sentiment of trying seems to have become one of those “easier to say than do” virtues. I cheer on everyone who is brave enough to try something new, all the way from my 10 month old son who tries to stand on his own and falls down every, single, time, to my mother, who’s hitting the gym in her newly retired life, and working … Continue reading The Grace in Trying