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    Late to the party

    {You try telling a six year-old that fedoras are no longer a thing. I guarantee she’ll be wearing that hat until they come back around. If I’m destined to always be late to the party, Emerson will show up early and eventually wear out her welcome. We are different that way.} That’s where I often find myself. Several months or even few years behind the crowd. Not in all things, mind you. I can thank my parents for instilling an appreciation for dark chocolate and a perfect cup of home brewed drip coffee at an Read More →

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Fight when the time is right

Emerson started 1st grade a couple of weeks ago and the transition has been rough. Mostly for me. She’s been rolling with the new teacher, new classroom, crush of humanity that is her public school with the ease of any six year old, who’s sole focus in life is, whatever happens to be directly in front of her. What’s presented to her is all she knows and she’s remarkably cool with it. Her mother, on the other hand, is up at night worrying about unmanageable class sizes, hungry children, slashed school budgets and the lack Read More →


My daily cup of sad

There it is. Decaf. My new normal. Accept nothing about my new decaffeinated life feels normal. Since changing my diet and lifestyle last year I’ve given up most grains and sugars (Save for birthday cake. All bets are off when buttercream is involved), I hardly drink even a sip of wine and for crying out loud I’ve replaced pasta night with zucchini noodles. My last and utterly delightful vice was coffee. Sweet nectar of the gods in my cup each and every morning, plus soul satisfying cup of green tea in the afternoon. I wrote Read More →


Back at it

The past few months have been a whirlwind of life. Career shifts, a Kindergarten graduation and a new and exciting project for my family that has hovered over our waking hours since last fall. I caught myself telling someone recently that I’m “about to come up for air” or maybe I was “about to see the light at the end of the tunnel.” Some terribly overused analogy for “I’ve been so busy, but I swear I’m getting my act together soon!” The entire exchange stuck with me like a pit in my stomach. I don’t Read More →

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