While I don’t bemoan getting older, I do “feel” my body more than I used to. It aches a bit more, and I can’t push through things as I once did.
I'm the writer in the family, but I have some competition. Yesterday while helping my son with his math homework, I noticed a paper turned over on the table. I turned it over and saw it was titled, "My Mom."
Beyond learning to be happy with small accomplishments each day, I am learning to live more open and surrendered to what will happen rather than trying to create a certain outcome.
As we spend these weeks in relative isolation, think of people with whom you would like to reconnect and have meaningful conversations with.
Last year's success gives me a fresh perspective, and I'm excited. I want to start a few new habits, as a result.
I didn’t start 2019 with grand fitness goals. I simply wanted to feel better, eat better and look a bit better in a custom-designed swimsuit from Heidi Fish Swimwear.
Some might consider Mr. Dior a late bloomer, given he debuted his first collection on February 12, 1947 at the age of 42. But what a first collection it was, making international headlines immediately and being heralded as “The New Look.”
Wine became my daily way of coping with the stress and the sadness over our upcoming move. Never mind that wine is a depressant!
What remains with me most from this exhibit is Scott's playfulness. He brings many things back from your childhood like Fruit Loops, Hershey's chocolate bars and McDonald's French fries and puts them into a dress, a hat or a bag.
We lived in Seattle for three and a half years from January 2015 through June 2018. It was an adventure, a struggle, a joy and a heartbreak. My husband and children transitioned beautifully. Me? Less so. I did not want to move to Seattle, and I made no secret about it. I cried countless tears... Continue Reading →