It’s one of those things... everyone, or almost everyone who gives advice on how to grow your blog or following... how to connect, says to pick a niche. But see, I can’t. I’ve tried... But I just can’t narrow it down. I want to talk about my love of coffee and my new found cooking… Continue reading One of those posts about just kinda everything
Tag: growing up
The PLAY book
I picked it up on a whirlwind Target trip and was low key thinking and hoping it might be some fun ideas I could use with my kiddos... I ended up both disappointed and pleasantly surprised. (An experience I might add that I hadn’t had very many times in my life up until this last… Continue reading The PLAY book
Grief Dreaming
I write almost everyday. I make a point of writing about social justice and grief often, because they matter... and because they don’t often get the attention and thought they deserve. But also because writing is a way of processing for me... and these are things that take processing. Nick and I have made lots… Continue reading Grief Dreaming
Smells, Sights, and Sounds – My Grief
From the smell of his old hat wafting around me when the air stirs just right to the beep beep beep of my new alarm clock that sounds strangely like his. From the cold air on my face, tilted up to the sky, like nights out snowshoeing under a blanket of stars. To the squish… Continue reading Smells, Sights, and Sounds – My Grief
Adventures in Cooking: Day two and I already burnt the squash…
Day two menu: Roasted Cayenne and Cardamom Butternut Squash and a Spinach and Feta Ravioli with a Lemon Butter Sauce and chocolate piece for dessert. I felt like the lemon butter would go amazingly with the spinach ravioli, a fun contrast. It did, though I need to perfect the sauce, it needed some herb and… Continue reading Adventures in Cooking: Day two and I already burnt the squash…
Writing my Grief: Day 6 (Because 5 got too weird.)
Day Six Touching into your grief can be brutal. Even when the pain never leaves you, sometimes purposely turning to face it can be exceptionally hard. So today, let's focus on kindness "For all you have been through, for all you have seen, kindness" "Let me be to my sad self hereafter kind." - Peter… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Day 6 (Because 5 got too weird.)
Age 25: More Like Mom
Let's start by introducing my mom. I've written a considerable amount about my dad since he passed away. He's become an ever present force in a way he wasn't when he was alive. My mom, though, she's been around since day one, and in my advancing years... ( a joke, sorta ) I find myself… Continue reading Age 25: More Like Mom
An Almost Millennial
Fanny packs, bike shorts, scrunchies, and butterfly clips... Take 2. But I’m not even 30. Thoughts from an almost millennial.
Writing my Grief: Day 3
Day Three: 6.2.2020 You've made it this far. Keep showing up. Today's prompt is about living in a changed world, finding ways to live in the changed world: "I was living in a rainforest. I knew the trees and the frogs, the lush green life. With no warning, I got shoved into the desert. I… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Day 3
Picking the Pen back up
I kept writing, but couldn't find the emotional 'pagh' to post. Which is okay. I'm working accepting my own need for a break so soon after I'd gotten started. I've spent the last several days going through what I have written and queuing it up for posting. Most of it is related to racism and… Continue reading Picking the Pen back up
Coffee & Conundrums 