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.
Wine became my daily way of coping with the stress and the sadness over our upcoming move. Never mind that wine is a depressant!
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 →
As we were moving from Seattle to Dallas this summer, I was thinking I needed to change the name of my blog from Southern in Seattle to something else.
The South likes to think of itself as a polite society where learning proper manners begins at birth. Instead of saying, “no,” we say, “no, sir,” to our elders. We say, “Yes, ma’am,” never just “yes.” Young men are taught to open and hold doors for ladies, as well as to rise when a woman... Continue Reading →