I have a confession to make — I go to church every Sunday and I love it. Saying that and putting myself out there spiritually doesn’t come easily. Telling friends that I’m going to church does not roll off my tongue and makes me feel super vulnerable. I imagine folks judging me, a lot like I tend to do
Writing this post in April tells you how the beginning of 2016 went for me. Typically, I'd post this in January, or February at the latest, but life has been crazy since Christmas. Jumping from obligation to obligation, I'm just now coming up for air. The chaos made my word for the year — prioritization — even more important. Prioritization.
Dear Ruby, You are now thirteen. A teenager. A little, well, an almost-taller-than-your-rather-tall mother woman. Can we slow down this train a little bit? ABBA’s “Slipping Through My Fingers” plays in my head as I stand on my tippy toes to brush your hair. There is a saying by one of my favorite authors, Gretchen Rubin — “the days are long,