Self-care

  Over the years my self-care needs have changed. For me, self-care used to mean going out of the house and being away from my kids for a while. Being in the house was not relaxing for me as a...

Growing up, I had no clue that I was an introvert. Somehow, I had this perception that introverted people were shy bookworms who stayed home all day, every day. Essentially, in my mind, they were boring. I was not...

"What do you think about me signing up for a 10-day meditation retreat this summer?" my husband casually asked me as we were eating dinner the other day. I replied, "I think it will be OK. We can work it...

  I always loved reading. There were three children's books that I read (by memory, is that still reading?) to my dad every night for at least a year or so. I loved one of those books so much that...

The funny thing about a bruise: Sometimes you can't see a bruise, but you can feel it. Other times it's big and ugly and purple. Caused by trauma, these bruises may last a little or a long time. As...

I’m FINALLY learning to embrace my saggy bottom britches, body parts descending, stretch marks showing, varicose vein-wearing, laugh-lines growing, middle-aged body of mine. I recently listened to a Lysa TerKeurst podcast. She discusses her book- It’s Not Supposed to Be...

If you ask me how I feel about my husband’s deployment, it might be a curse-laden rant about him being gone for nearly the first ten months of our daughter’s life. But most of the time I look back...

"One foot in front of the other. That's it. Just keep going."  I'm mentally coaxing myself. Numb. Dazed. The walking wounded. "Please don't bump me," I'm silently pleading with the strangers who I pass in the supermarket as the bruises on...

These are "before and afters" from my amazing tribe members. They quite literally rode their butts off.  Most of you have probably seen the tremendously compelling advertising for the fitness company Peloton. Perfectly beautiful, perfectly toned people riding their problems...

This post was written one month ago, just hours after miscarriage.  I have three young kids: a 4-year-old, a 2-year-old, and a 9-month old baby girl. It's great when they get along, but the two older boys bicker constantly. It...

Not long ago, I posted the following picture via @mommafiltered to one of my social media accounts: The idea seemed to resonate with people, as one-by-one, encouraging messages and ‘likes’ poured in. A handful felt the need to clarify that...

I’m fine. Everything is fine. We are fine. How often do we repeat these sentences? More importantly, how often are they accurate and honest? In our February book club pick, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine, we meet a woman who...