Finding Magic in the Memories
I plopped indelicately....my irritation puffing in a small cloud—then settling back down around me. I told myself I was “regrouping” but...
Ponchos and Park Rides: Talking with our Kids about Stage IV Breast Cancer
"My Mommy doesn't have cancer." We were two-thirds into our Inheritance of Hope Kendra Scott Legacy Retreat. This retreat was exclusively...
Twenty Eight Thousand Six Hundred
143 trips. 28,600 miles. 572 hours spent in the car. It's about a hundred miles...a two hour drive...from the Pink Door House in Moses...
From Out of the Weeds
Everything is great. So Great. Counting All the Blessings. All the time. These are just a few of the lies I tell as a cancer survivor....
Written From My Scars
Does this angle make my wounds look open to you? I'm looking in the bathroom mirror after my shower. The eucalyptus scented vapors are...
Our Leftovers Messy House Silly Dance New Year's Eve Party
I couldn't talk Quinn into wearing pants with her tunic (it's not a dress, Quinn). Or talk Eli out of wearing his sister's camisole as a...
Magic with Sierra B. Photography
These are the magic-making years. The Santa years. They squeal with delight and even a little fear when you lift them to touch the star...
Hijacked
Picture this: I was twelve years old. My crafty self had recently discovered Sculpey (a bright-colored modeling clay that can be baked to...
My Own Things
Today I shared one of My Own Things, my yoga practice, with our three kids. That is, I tried. The O2 Studio (where I practice) offered a...
Bathing my Pyrenees and Several other Steps to Insanity
It always starts innocently enough. Eli was slowly pouring milk into his bowl (the red plastic one, per his request) to cool his tomato...
