Living is a whole new adventure when you suddenly find yourself alone, widowed and the mother of four young boys a lot like their Dad.
Protected With a Partner
Women… how do you feel protected by the masculine in your life? Men, how do you feel the protection of the feminine in your life?
Cold Plunge Anyone?!
I noticed that there aren’t as many people doing cold plunges on social media. Is that because they don’t work or that they just aren’t trendy anymore?
Heaven Calling
What should you do when you think heaven is calling? I mean like literally. What would you say if you could talk to your dead loved one, one more time?
I Didn’t Choose Out
My husband was the kind of unique that was gentle hearted with a twinkle of funness. I miss that with all my heart. I expect to think as highly about my next person and whatever makes him unique.
A Lovely Valentines
This morning I woke up to flower petals strewn all over outside my bedroom and down my stairs to the kitchen.
I’m so grateful for the many people who cared about me today. Thank you.
When Your Life Feels Stable
My home is my beautiful and safe space where my heart is. The stairs of my home are like the portal to the different parts of my home with different meanings for life. Every step down, one after the other, my feet are met with stair after stair until I reach the bottom.
Next Podcast Please
As I have mentioned before, a lot is currently being created right now in my life. I’m getting more out there, being me. I feel more like mysef than ever before. This is one of the earlier podcasts I’ve been part of and yet, it’s an important one.
Training Up a Child Part 1
Growth is Magical! Ok, maybe not magical, but it always feels miraculous. I still bask in wonder as I witness the newness of life. Everytime. When my babies were born, my chicks hatched, my plants and flowers sprouted and bloomed…
Critic or Magic
I used to be so critical of myself. This picture, after we took it, I remember thinking how frumpy I thought I was. My hair frizzy and not done, my clothes baggy, my back hunched, my elbows chubby and no make up on. I hated how I looked in those pictures.
Believing Lies
I watched Grant take off, off into the sky. We were at the park. It was our family routine. We’d go to the park an hour before sunset many nights of the week. Grant packed up the paramotor and I’d gather the kids. We’d head to the park where he’d unload everything. As he did, he’d draw a crowd who’d watch in awe as he set up and took off. Showing us all it’s possible for man to fly.
I Sold Grant’s Happy Place
I sold the house Grant bought 7 months before he died. The one he had to have so he could go flying. The house that got him out of the snow. The house he moved into with the hellish heat. The heat that I felt at his outside celebration of life funeral in July in that heat. The funeral he missed because he was dead.
Thank You for Driving
I didn’t yet understand why I had such an odd, even familiar feeling as I sat in the front passenger seat with my kids in the back.
