Letters from My Aunt

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My great aunt passed away last month. I hadn’t seen her in years, but we remained connected through the mail. Yes, actual pen to paper cards and notes sent via the United States Postal Service. In a world where texts, tweets, and Facebook updates are more of the norm, I treasured the moments I opened the mailbox to find a brightly colored envelope addressed to me.Read More »

Digging in Dirt

excavating2My children love to be outside. My son learned to walk on the rocky, uneven hills of our woods, and my daughter scampers over rocks and boulders as easily as she can hop into bed. They much prefer to be outdoors than indoors, and on cold and rainy days, they stare longingly out the windows until I relent and release them back into the wild.Read More »

25 Days of Christmas Fun

holidaybucketlistI’m going to be trying to do one different Christmas activity a day with my kids this month. I did something similar this summer by trying one new thing a day. (You can read about it HERE).  It was fun (and exhausting) to do something new each day with the kids, but it definitely made me be more present and enjoy just being with my kids.

The holidays can get a little overwhelming with all of the present buying and money spending, so I’m going to try to finish my shopping early and then keep it simple. My kids are 4 and 6, so it’s a fun age to do all of the little things that make the season so special.Read More »

Music Therapy: A Lesson of Hope

Today, I am honored to have a piece published on The HerStories Project titled “The Healing Notes of Song.”  It’s an essay about my experience watching my sister recover from a brain hemorrhage when she was only 14. This experience changed my life in so many ways, including how I raise my own children.

While in the hospital, my sister participated in several music therapy sessions, which I was able to attend with her. The music was often mixed with a great deal of pain and sadness, but mostly there was hope. That hope still resonates with me today. Read More »

4 Signs That My Children Think I Work for Them

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This afternoon I raked leaves into a pile, so my children could jump in them. As I sweated in the unusual November heat, I looked over at my son. He was sitting on a nearby rock eating a popsicle and watching me. When he saw me pause in my activity, he immediately gestured behind me and called, “Mom! You missed some!”

Some days, despite my implementation of chores and my animated lectures on responsibility, I feel like my two children think they are my little bosses, ordering me about here and there.Read More »