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Thirty Five Reasons to Celebrate 35.

This week I am celebrating thirty-five years of life. THIRTY-FIVE years, my people. This is craziness! I remember looking at thirty-five year olds, thinking they were…well, mature. Like, REALLY mature. Ha! Not this girl. I am still a twenty-two-year-old in so many ways. I still think of myself as the young, flirtatious, fun twenty year old that… read more

The Chaotic. And a Few Things I know.

It’s been a bit chaotic around here. Baby boy’s been squealing from bellyaches, Beanstalk’s been asking “why” and I’ve been jostling and juggling and answering questions. I’ve been chopping veggies, packing lunches, and buttoning up princess dresses with one hand, bouncing baby in the other….Holding and swaddling, explaining and swaying. I’ve been returning phone calls, taking orders, and… read more

My Journey to Health: Before, After and Beyond.

Well. We’ve reached the end of this series. (YAY! We did it!) We’ve made it through the good and the bad of my close-up encounter with cancer, and the ugly of losing my father. We’ve lived through the not-so-pretty parts of my tango with weight gain and migraines and miscarriage. We’ve re-visited the pain of infidelity and… read more

Happy Little Finds. An Exciting New Series!

This whole blog thing started out as a creative outlet for me to express my dreams, meditations, and ideas. It’s been so much fun to bring you along and to watch it grow into something more. More of a community. More of a global coffee shop. More you and me, coming together with ideas on how to… read more

A Tea-Stained Valentine.

My little beanstalk has been talking about Valentine’s Day for weeks now. “Mama, I made something for you. It’s for Valentime’s…Mama, when is it going to be Valentime’s…?? Mama…are you going to make something for me?” You would think it was Christmas or something. I knew when I drug my half-nauseous pregnant self out of bed this… read more

Gingerbread Houses and Priceless Moments.

This was going to be my previous post. But then a bunch of school children were killed by a gunman, and I couldn’t stop crying long enough to write about gingerbread houses. Now that I have momentarily composed myself, I am going to attempt it today. This is the stuff that helps us heal, anyway, isn’t it? It… read more

My Mother’s Daughter.

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of my Mom, in the mirror. I catch myself saying things that sound just. like. her. But never am I more my mother’s daughter, than when I am decorating a birthday cake for MY daughter. Well, ok, except when I suddenly decide to bake cookies at nine o-clock on a Saturday night.… read more

The Best Creamy Thing I Ever Made. Not Quite a Recipe.

So yesterday, amidst the endless sorting and tagging to get ready for our yard sale, I decided to make some almond milk. I’m not sure what possessed me to take on so much of the world in one twelve hour time frame, but I was craving almond milk. Not this stuff. Not this highly-processed, preservative-laden liquid you find… read more

Catching Chickens in Silk Dresses.

So last night I went with a few girls to hang at my friend Connie’s. Before I left, I assured John, who was going to be car-less, and stuck in the house with a two year old, that I would be home before late. Now if you’ve ever been to Connie’s house, you know it can get interesting. I mean. Four kids under six. A… read more