Today I asked my son what he wanted for dinner. He happily exclaimed, “chicken nuggets!” which was what I was hoping for. “And tater tots!” my daughter added – done and done. I preheated the oven and started making myself a salad as my daughter told me I’m the best cook ever (ha!). Take that
Category: Season of Young Ones
Imagine if you will that its a hot summer day. You’re driving down the road and see kids riding bikes, a man running with his dog, a woman mowing a lawn, and the neighborhood kids running gleefully through the sprinkler that they have set up on their front lawn. You pass a lemonade stand and
I’ve been a little off my game this week. I haven’t been running, I haven’t been working out, and my eating has been terrible. So I called for a restart tomorrow. But where is the starting line? I’ve called for a restart too many times to count in my life. Restart on healthy eating, restart
I always wanted a daughter. I always pictured the dresses and the bows and all things girl. Until a basketball game. My friends mom came to watch him play along with his three older brothers. Four boys and their mama. I started to warm up to the idea of being a boy mom. When I
I like to start my mornings at five in the morning. I pour myself a hot cup of coffee and write. After that I go for a nice long run and do a round of yoga. It’s calm, it’s peaceful, and it’s a lie! My dream version of me does start her morning that way.