Allowed to be Extra

For me the action was cooking and adding the “extra” to the meals. By doing this I am fighting the lies of worthlessness by showing myself I am worth the time. I am allowed to take up space. I am allowed quality.

New (Kind-of) Normal

Life is in a constant state of change, although it feels more so recently. That means we are constantly making adjustments in one way or another. The question is are you going to spend your time romanticizing about the “good ol’ days” or are you going to be present in the moment attempting to make progress in the situation you have been given? You have a choice.

An invitation to welcome change

Meal planning is an important piece of preparing for the week ahead for me. I create a plan for our meals based off our family calendar. The meals I choose will create a grocery list. And I am all for the ease of grocery shopping, I utilize the drive up grocery services. This service not …

I am Mom

I am mom. I have this idea in my head that my kids should listen and respect every word I say, and trust that I know what is best for them. But my girls are challengers when it comes to my direction and advice. The details they request from my simple instruction can be like …

So Fresh

The grey days of winter are quickly moving out. As I walk around outside, I see spring flowers starting to peak through the ground. I think to myself, “these flowers don’t realize that this is winter in Indiana, where it can snow in May.” I don’t allow my hopes to get up about early spring. …

At the Table

Time with our family either begins or ends with a meal. We all enjoy food. When we all gather around a table to eat an ease comes to our time together. The pace changes, the conversation lingers giving time for the second question to be asked, eye contact is made. This idea takes Soul Food to the next level.

Too Serious To Ignore

Last week marked 4 years since I worked full time as a registered nurse. There are days that I romanticize my time working with patients daily. Mostly on days when the kids aren’t listening and I feel of little importance because my kids keep me humble. My days at the bedside were fast and furious. …