For Worried Grownups Like Me
If you have ever sold a home you might be familiar with the stress that comes with getting it ‘show ready’. It’s likely you understand the invasion of strangers parade…
If you have ever sold a home you might be familiar with the stress that comes with getting it ‘show ready’. It’s likely you understand the invasion of strangers parade…
The vet called to check on Mocha again. This was the second call in a week where I was asked about her poop habits. This is not a comfortable thing…
While flipping through an old notebook I discovered several gratitude lists I made during our Daring Adventure transition at the request of my counselor. Her assignment was this: Write down…
My firstborn turned 21 the other day. While he was celebrating his birthday on the other side of the globe I was home alone reliving his childhood through scrapbooks. (Cue…
Mocha and I like to walk out to the edge of the dock where my father-in-law keeps his boat on Lake Sammamish. There's a white picnic table where I can…
All I wanted was a family photo of the four of us on the Seattle ferry. The last time we did this Mackenzie was in Scotland. It was dark and…
Sometimes our Daring Adventure rattles me more than I'd like to admit. Like at bedtime when I hug my teenager. I ask if he's ok. He tells me he just…
How does a family move a household from Marion, Iowa to only God knows where somewhere out west? Just typing that question makes my head hurt like one of those…
Matthew and I went for a drive down memory lane the other day, back to the neighborhood where my family lived three years before we met. I had just turned…
If you were to stumble upon my journals for the last ten years or so you would begin to recognize a common theme: I miss my family. You would find…