Reflections: Another year gone, happy birthday!

I still hold value to that my life’s experiences, be it positive, negative (or really negative), create, and shape exactly who I am today. I started another journey around the sun last week with the celebration of my day of birth, and it always seems to be the time I look back on the year […]

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Dear Adam.

Dear Adam, I gave my son your teddy bear. I’ve written this letter to you a dozen times by now. Each time, it’s a little different. Each time, it still hurts my heart. I had a baby boy. He’s not really my baby anymore, though. He’s grown into such a little boy this past summer. […]

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Self-care and Guilt.

We’ve all seen going around social media, or maybe even have heard a friend or loved one say: “Self-care isn’t selfish.” While that may be the case. We really do need to take care of ourselves in order to be the best person we can be for our partners, children, other family members and friends […]

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Parenthood: Working on brave.

The other morning, strapping my son in and tucking his blanket around him in his seat because the air is crisp in the mornings now, he thanked me. My two and a half year old thanked me for performing something so basic for him because he was unable to do it himself. Along our morning […]

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Parenthood: Time is fleeting.

In a world that is growing in its lack of compassion and love, I’m fighting to show my son what it means to hang on to those two very important things. He holds a hand on my wrist as if to tell me, even long after he has fallen asleep: “Mommy, don’t go.” I have […]

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Parenthood: Finding the light and color again.

Seeing the world through my son’s eyes has brought a vibrancy back into my own world. His world is still full of bright, fun, splashy colors. His heart doesn’t understand or know heartbreak. He hasn’t experienced loss. Hate. Pain that is outside of physical. He hasn’t been wronged or cheated in his life yet. He […]

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Medal Monday: Running to the Solstice.

Since the road races around here don’t give out medals… can I still call this a Medal Monday? …Rolling the stroller with my son in it up to the back of the pack, readying for takeoff, I didn’t have a game plan. I never do when I’m competing in any way. My plan develops as […]

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