Ryan and I have been married for almost twenty years. We have lived in a condo in St. Louis, three houses in Cincinnati, an apartment in Italy, and two houses in Atlanta. We have moved seven times. Seven. And except for the moves to Italy and our first move to Atlanta which were corporate moves, we have packed ourselves. We have become decluttering-purging-garage-sale-masters. And still … Continue reading Decluttering My Life
I have been reading a lot lately about choosing One Word for the year. Instead of making an exhaustive list of All The Things I Wish I Could Do Better But Will Give Up By February, it’s more of a focus or an intention for the entire year. So I made up my mind that I was going to choose a word… like I was … Continue reading One Year. One Word.
When our kids were little we really tried to be the kind of parents who only let them watch movies that were basically age appropriate. We logged into Common Sense to see what they recommended and (mostly) we followed their advice. There was the notable lapse in judgment when we showed our young girls the movie, Gremlins, and it was all totally fine right up … Continue reading Why My Kid Hates “A Christmas Story.” And Why I Kind of Love it.
I’ve heard it said before that if you want to know what you should be “when you grow up”, if you really want to know what your passion is, that you should think about what you loved doing as a kid. What made you the happiest when you were a kid? Now go do that as an adult and you will be a content human. … Continue reading Do What You Love. (Even if it’s Surprisingly Crafty, Like Making Christmas Stockings.)
Earlier this year, on the night that I was watching the Oscars where I had heard about less than half of the movies that were up for Best Picture (and maybe watched one and it was probably at home on my couch) and having to Google any actor that was younger than 35 while simultaneously wondering why they all look like actual babies, I promised … Continue reading Holidate Night
Every year I swear it will be different. I promise myself all kinds of things (they are lies) in January, when I am feeling the joy of a brand-new, empty page that only a new year can bring. January always feels a little bit like the arrival of fresh snow. It tricks me into believing that it is actually the pure beauty that it appears … Continue reading It’s Too Hard to be Mindful. Especially In December.
Kate’s actual birthday is November 7 and we were supposed to have her birthday party way back in November. You know, before all of this Christmas shopping and before it started getting dark in the middle of the day and before the weather became garbage. But then she got the flu. And then, Thanksgiving. And then we had a lacrosse tournament. So we actually held her birthday … Continue reading Throwing a Kid Party in the Middle of December is a True Delight.
I always think that life would be so much better if it contained actual background music. Just like in movies, the perfect song would start playing during integral moments of your life. You know, like… Whatever it Takes by Imagine Dragons at the pinnacle moment in your marathon, You Oughtta Know by Alanis Morissette after you get dumped and you’re drinking with your girlfriends, This … Continue reading Background Music Would be a Great Addition to Real Life.
What is saving your life right now? My good friend, Jen Hatmaker, asks this at the end of each of her podcasts called, For the Love, where she has a different theme every few weeks and interviews people who are “experts” in that field… For the Love of Girlfriends, For the Love of TV, For the Love of Books, and so on. Okay, she’s not … Continue reading What’s Saving My Life Right Now? The Answer is (almost) Always Podcasts.
When Emma was little, people stopped me everywhere to talk to me about her hair. It was so blonde that it was nearly white and in her early toddler years, it curled into ringlets. These strangers asked where it came from, commented on its color and texture, sometimes they even pet her. (The hair-petters were probably the same people who rub pregnant bellies without asking … Continue reading What I Learned While Dying My Daughter’s Hair