I know most people adorn the walls of their homes with family pictures or expensive art work that moved them in some particular way. And while my homes do have family photos scattered around, the majority of our walls have words on them in the form of quotes that spoke to me. Near our front door we have a small piece that speaks about small houses and the love they hold, above the sink is a quote by Mother Theresa,…
Would you believe, Dear Reader, that I sat down in January and began composing this piece only to be distracted by life events and then failed to return to the project? Today, on this dreary February afternoon, while I hunker down during a tornado watch and try not to jump as the thunder shakes the house and lightning flashes, I’m attempting to finish writing this. When, at long last, you get to read this, we’ll likely be in the early…
Many years ago, when my eldest was a toddler, I stumbled upon a cute little picture book in the local library called, Don’t Let The Pigeon Drive The Bus. The illustrations were cute, each page only had a few words making it an easy read while managing a newborn at the same time. So, I grabbed it along with all the books my son had picked out himself. What I didn’t expect was having so much fun reading the book…
There are very few things that fill my family with terror, but I’m slightly ashamed that the top two things that send my family scattering are: me. Yes, me. Like when I’m making mayonnaise. Specifically the vegan mayo that swears it’s perfect and works and– Look, let’s not get too close to the details quite yet, let’s just be honest here. When my kids hear me say, “Hey can you grab me a can of chickpeas?” They run. Fast. One…