I don’t think I talk about my faith a lot. I think I try to live it, I try to let what I do speak for who I am. I try to be kind, try to treat people how I would want to be treated. I try, to the best of my ability to make… Continue reading Figuring out the silence
I’ve been in Bellingham for two years this weekend. That’s insane. I kind of can’t even fathom it. That I’ve been here for two years with all the ups and downs and tantrums (by myself and by toddlers). I’ve learned more here then I can articulate. The main thing being, I am very, very glad… Continue reading You were only waiting for this moment to arrive
The kind of lovely thing about a basically mid year birthday is that you can stop and reflect about what has happened since the calendar year changed as well as what has gone on since your age changed last. Seven out of the twelve months of this year were lived in 2016. And we all… Continue reading My dear 31, you were kind of a bitch.
This is written to those occupying the same stage of life I am in, but if you are a human who has ever found themselves identifying what they lack over what they have have, my Sunday morning thoughts might help your brain too. Dear single woman,I get you. No, really I do. See, I’m not… Continue reading a letter to those that lack
I have met a lot of moms in my life. That’s kind of a side effect of working with tiny humans; you meet their moms. I’ve made friends with, been mentored by, looked up to, laughed with, cried to, been cried on, by a large variety of mothers. My friends have become mothers before my… Continue reading I am not a mother
Before you start reading this I need you to know three things: I’m a reasonably happy with myself human being; I know who I am, what I’m made of and what I’m about. I know HOW to lose weight, I’ve done it before. I know my beauty. I don’t know at what point in my… Continue reading but I’ve always been fat.
I was putting on my leggings this morning and I thought of my tiny humans. Every weekday at about 11AM you can normally find me helping two year olds go potty and put on pull-ups and put their pants back on. And let me tell you, hell hath no fury like a tiny human whose… Continue reading Just fix your leggings