Sharing moments of real life. Starting a dialogue around issues we all face. Letting others know that they aren't alone, and that we all have something to say.
So ladies, I faced down the daunting task of once again cleaning out my closet. Not some metaphorical type of closet. My actual closet where my clothes live. Any woman who has ever cleaned out her closet knows we have so many things that we don't need and we will never wear but we don't get… Continue reading Cleaning out my (literal) closet
Two Sundays ago I challenged myself to a week of finding gratitude in every day. Not like those #Blessed posts we see everywhere, but gratitude in simple, every day things that maybe it's hard to find gratitude in. I'm sure you've heard and read as I have about how being grateful for simple, everyday things… Continue reading My Week of Gratitude
So this is normal?...... This is how 'normal' people feel?? I can honestly say that I don't remember a time I felt like this. Ever. Not even as a child. At the age of 34 I called Uncle. I waved my white flag. Threw in the towel. Whatever you want to call it, I was… Continue reading My Adventures in Lexapro and ‘Normalcy’
This morning I began a blog on gratitude. I had given myself a gratitude challenge this past week (the challenge went well, blog to come). I didn't get a chance to finish it. Posting it after the shit show of a day I've had with my Muffin Man (the 3 year old), didn't feel right… Continue reading Toddlers and Why I Dye My Hair
New Years. To mothers this means next to nothing. When you’re a mother every day seems like New Years. We go to bed making resolutions and promises to ourselves nightly. Tomorrow I’m going to not lose it when my 3 year old refuses to put on pants and I’m late for work. Tomorrow I’m going… Continue reading New Years
Just jump. This may be my new mantra in life. I think to some degree I've always known I wanted to be in one way or another a writer. I've always been drawn to it even as a child. I love words in general and I love when people put their thoughts out there and… Continue reading Just Jump
Musings of a Trophyless Mom 