The era I am currently in is the one where the kids are under 5 years of age. I call it, “The Bubble”. I wrote an entry about it when Abbey was first born that I never published here. Because, well, Abbey was just born. But here it is in its entirety. “There’s this episode…
Happy Easter!! It’s the end of another challenging self-experiment. Lent has ended. This year I went for giving up socializing in text. I still went on FB, email, and could text message but not for social purposes. It was refreshing. I still had access to everything but I felt a lot less inclined to get…
I have written a handful of half-entries. This is unfortunate because in the middle of trying to give as complete a picture as possible of my thoughts, the task becomes too large and I just give up and you don’t get a picture at all. So I’m going to try to go simple and finish…
It’s easy to say “I’ve been busy”. A friend asked me the other day “Where have you been? I never see you anymore!” Before I could fully open my mouth to reply she said, “You’ve been busy? With work? ” This was an easy stock answer, and I’m sure she anticipated it. I was tempted…
So, I made the horrible mistake of giving up mindless activities for Lent. The guidelines I set for myself are: 1. TV is okay as long as it is purposeful TV. No reruns, no turning on just for background noise. 2. FB is okay as long as there is intent to write a message, curious…
So, I survived the first year of having two children. Hooray! I think its funny that my blog timeline looks something like this: “Hooray! We had a baby!” —> “The baby is 3 months” —> “I’m having a really hard time, what is it?” —> Silence for a year. Well, in that year, a whole…
Remember when I said I’d like to flex my creative muscle more? Well, I have. Not in anything huge, per say. Just in little things. Like today, I decided to steal an idea I read in a little “easy kids’ lunches” booklet I picked up for a dollar at Target. Pita pizzas! Pita bread with…
I was at the Trader Joe’s counter paying for my groceries, a last minute errand while PJ was at the sitter. The lady had stuffed my bag super full. I was pretty amazed at her bag-stuffing talent. She looked at me over the counter and said, “It’s pretty heavy. Is that ok?” I said, “Oh…
A few years back, in the midst of my own “Quarter Life Crisis” disillusionment, I gave up on finding my own “Mr. Miyagi”. As in I stopped looking for someone or something to give me all the answers or ask the right questions– a wise person, a base religion, a book. Nope, for me, it…
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