I am sick to death of reading fluffy pieces that tell me to take a long bath, and to integrate more self-care by just breathing, to fix my entire life. Magazines and blogs are filled with articles about finding extra time in your day, while social media flaunts pictures of girlfriends walking in flowered meadows or sipping tea from perfect steaming mugs.Continue
It isn’t often you allow yourself to learn from young teachers, to take a step back and see the lesson right in front of you. My son, struggling to read, gave me a lesson in the moment, but truthfully, it was a lesson for life.Continue
My cousin stopped chopping carrots and asked me, “Does your family have any special traditions during the holidays? Do youContinue
Recently, I chaperoned my daughter’s elementary school field trip to the art museum in town. On the permission slip to the event, there was a disclaimer about nude sculptures and paintings in the museum and a warning of the possible dreadful opportunity for the fourth grade children to see such pieces of art. Then, upon arriving at school for art guide duty, all the parent volunteers were taken into a private room for “a talk”. We were told to walk a little ahead of the children in the museum and to make sure there weren’t nudes in the room we were entering. We were also told not to stop at these pieces and to be careful not to talk about them.
I was horrified.Continue
Kindness might be the virtue I value most and try to instill in them. I had a million dreams of volunteering, giving back to the community, and basically being a family that thought outside of ourselves. And we are like this kind of family, some of the time; however, life keeps getting in the way.Continue
On my daughter’s first birthday, after her party and her first taste of sugar, and after all the guests left, I sat down in the quiet of my house and wrote her a letter. Now, I have a nice stack for each of them, tied with a colorful ribbon. They don’t know they exist, and I can’t wait to give them some day.Continue
This conversation is extremely helpful to those who are also just starting out on the special needs path. Angelle’s words (and energy) will give you ideas, direction, and a sense of support to hear how one family has navigated their journey.Continue
Listen in on a heartfelt conversation with Angelle. She’s a mom of 3 children, both adopted and biological. Angelle has learned to work with the challenges familiar to most parents of children with special needs.Continue
Unrolling my mat last night in yoga class, I noticed we had a substitute teacher. I sighed inwardly, a little disturbed that my regular teacher wasn’t there. I felt uncertain, like I didn’t know what I was getting into.
Even though I have been doing yoga for twenty-five years–I even taught years ago–I still consider myself a beginner. I feel like a newbie in every new yoga class I take; yet, I don’t want my yoga instructor to be one. I don’t mean to belittle someone young and excited, but sometimes their insistence in sharing their new yoga discoveries can make class feel cumbersome and, honestly, yield too much talking. Nevertheless, I laid on my mat and resigned myself to do it. After all, I had made it to class after managing to escape the chaos at home.Continue
I didn’t want to live in Suburbia. I still stand out like a sore thumb, and the PTA ladies probably run the other way when they see me, but I have learned some big lessons. In the past year, I have finally learned that it truly doesn’t matter where you live. You can make any house a home and any neighborhood a community if you choose to do it. You don’t have to hate where you live.Continue