Yes, we are strong and courageous. We can do great things. But we are also fragile and need to be handled with care, much like the wildflowers that adorn the surrounding mountains.
I don’t love cooking. Actually, I don’t mind cooking at all. But when you do it day after day with busy schedules, it becomes a
It’s time to step away from what everyone is telling us to do and how to raise our children, and to return and find attunement with our inner voice, so we can be the best advocate for our child as possible.
I sat waiting for one of my children to finish up at her nature school. As we passed some time away, we sat down by
We each come into this world as a baby, with no purpose other than to simply be. As we learn and grow, so to do
I have spent so much of my time worrying about worse case scenarios. I’ve experienced loss and pain and unexpected life changes, but they were
This is one of my go-to weeknight, didn’t plan, dinners. I almost always have enough ingredients on hand to whip up a delicious skillet. It’s easy to alter according to personal preference. My mom started making a version of these after enjoying them at Village Inn.
Lying is not kindness no matter how well I mask it. And it is masked well, so well I’m not sure where honesty lies or what it even looks like.
This recipe came about after we moved too far away to make it worth a trip to Great Harvest for their delicious white bread. This bread is simple enough for anyone to make and consists of ingredients you are likely to have on hand.
I pull the mask away piece by piece. I hold and heal the broken pieces. But there are so many. Is it even possible to be whole again? I ask the child to come back. To teach me who I am. To find that inner child, that baby who lay in her parent’s arms and was delighted over simply for being.
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