Freedom

One of the unexpected interesting things about WordPress is the analytics. The countries site visitors are from, and then being able to find and communicate with other people with similar writing styles and interests. These pages are part of my journal and I never thought analytics would be of any importance to me. And yet…

Closet Space

One of the best experiences in the days when your house becomes just yours is that moment when you realize that the closet belongs wholly to you. No sharing. No things hanging haphazardly and with no real organization. Tie racks become scarf organizers. Purses and shoes reside just above their corresponding clothes. The closet is…

There Is Only One Me

There is only one me. I say it all the time in my head when there’s just too much. I occasionally say it out loud when multiple people are talking to me at the same time. There is only one me. I can only be in one meeting at a time, in one place at…

Refurbish, Brave Girl

I hate messes. I don’t like sand in my car, I don’t like PlayDough that gets stuck in toys supposedly designed for PlayDough, I don’t buy glitter or powder or terrariums if I can help it, and I don’t like substances like Desitin or vegetable oil that are really hard to clean off of things.…

Melancholy Mom Notes to My Girls

When you are sad or hurting it breaks my heart. I would rather feel the pain of someone smashing a limb of my own than watch you struggle. Watching you struggle and knowing the reason why fills me with sadness and regret. And it motivates me to do absolutely everything possible to make the remainder…

Go Into The Light, Brave One

I think I have seen every episode of Friends at least a couple times. Some of them I’ve probably seen a dozen times - I especially love the Thanksgiving episodes and the ones from the season where the main characters have switched apartments. One of my favorite Phoebe moments is in an early episode and…

Brave Girls ARE the storm.

Urban Dictionary has some very interesting - and some pretty hilarious - definitions for family. It's not necessarily about who's blood you have, or who you're forced to spend the holidays with. It's about people you love and they love you back. A bunch of people who hate each other and eat dinner together. People…

Falling Masterpieces

I am currently trying to teach my 7-year old how to ride a bike. I use the word “teach” loosely, as we are not making a ton of progress. I have basically just been running alongside her holding on to the bike as she either laughs with glee or begs me not to let go.…

Spring Is Coming, Brave Girl

It is late winter right now. Not early winter. Not mid winter. Late winter. That part of winter where you start thinking that every frost could be the last one and you start thinking about planting things because spring is so close you can feel it in the afternoon air. It's currently 92 degrees as…