Niche-less

I should call this blog: "Six months on, six months off" My love for writing is never ending, but my fear of vulnerability is overwhelming.  I've been told repeatedly that in order for this blog to grow I need find my "niche." An incessant people pleaser, I've come on here and tried to find a…

The Day the Magic Died

DISCLAIMER: The following blog discusses Santa Claus and the like. Proceed with caution. We have a saying in our house: we don't keep secrets. This rule was established for the obvious, and maybe to some, not so obvious reasons. But, basically when you tell one of our children "don't tell" they know that is a…

Another {real} Love Letter

My dearest #3, In just a few short days you will be turning five.  This year, your birthday is hitting me hard.  Harder than any other birthday, any other year.  I am not sure why. I don't know where your infant or toddler years went.  I remember telling myself to be present with your tiny…

Light It Up

When you have kids things tend to break.  Shocking, I know. Our furniture is outdated and overused, but I cannot bring myself to replace it at this juncture in life.  I am one hundred and twenty percent sure that one of our five munchkins will mark up anything new with sharpies, scissors or glittery glue.…

Fade to Black

I {mostly} love being connected on social media.  Sure, it has its flaws, but everything does.  However, I must admit: it.exhausts.me. I really thought I had my scrolling under control.  I would check in "real quick" when kiddos were preoccupied or while dinner was simmering.  Sneak in a quick update during commercial breaks.  I figured I…