I live with an artist. Yes, Maddie was blessed with the gift of imagination and creativity. So much of it that it cannot be contained within her mind but has to be released through the her body and coloring utensil onto the paper. Her artwork is created with great gusto. Hard lines, soft lines, shapes, and meaningful blobs — she does them all. All this creativity and art sometimes cannot be contained on a simple piece of paper. Sometimes the work moves her so much that her little hands find themselves creating masterpieces on my wall. (more…)
This past weekend was spent in a cabin with my sisters, mother, and daughter. We had no Internet, no cell signal, and so much fun. On its own, the cabin served as a slow-down from our ordinary lives (even the coffee maker took close to an hour to brew), which we learned to enjoy (not the waiting-for-the-coffee part though), but more than that, it served as a reminder of how crucial family is to my well-being and overall attitude toward life. (more…)
We can’t give our children everything. It’s a hard pill to swallow since we as moms so desperately want to give our kids the very best of absolutely everything. But, everyone has their limitations. Even moms. In my own long list of limitations one has come to the forefront recently. As Maddie has continued to develop her personality and characteristics, it has become more and more clear that she has a very active and vivid imagination and that I have no idea what to do with it. (more…)
Last year I experimented with turkey and rediscovered that any dinner that was wrapped in pie crust is one of the world’s best dinners. As kids, we would sometimes be treated to a frozen dinner of chicken pot pies. Trust me, as a kid it was a treat. Although, I could have done without the squishy peas and nasty cooked carrots. The best part about being an adult is that you don’t have to follow recipes exactly and can buck convention anytime you want when it comes to cooking. (more…)
As I sat down to write this, I realized I didn’t have anything to say. Especially on this fifteenth anniversary of 9/11, how can I possibly write a post that relates a funny story, a fabulous vacation, or a yet another trial of motherhood? It just all seems so … ordinary. We’re eating our dinner while others suffer. We complain about our kids sleeping with us when there are those who have no place to sleep. We bicker with our family when others have lost their loves. How dare I blabber on about the goings-on in my life when there are so many more important issues in this world.