Writer of real-ness. Story teller. Imperfect pictures. Mental health advocate. Debt free journey. Mom to five. Wife to one. Faith. Finding joy.
My youngest child is almost four years old. To me, she looks like the teeniest tiniest human in all of history; but to her she feels the need to frequently remind me: "I not beebee , I big girl." She has also been ripping my heart out with the constant mnemonic: "Soon I go to…
Continue reading ➞ Getting There
I once was energetic. And then I had kids. Now I observe energy and wonder how it is utilized so easily and effectively by humans that never sleep. I was also a bit more pliable. Now, I watch enviously as my six year old does the splits, {mind you she has never taken a gymnastic course…
Continue reading ➞ Up and Down
