Dear Timo, Every year on your birthday, I look at photos of you, and I marvel… and cry. Somehow, in the blink of an eye, you have gone from a 5 pound newborn to a 5 year-old boy. Beautiful at birth, delicate and serene, we fawned over your exquisite bone structure… which was quickly obscured
Is it too late to talk about New Years’ goals…or intentions? I’m one of those who doesn’t make resolutions because it sets me up for failure. What works for me is to set up a goal for each month. For instance, in January, my monthly goal is to move my body in some way for
Lately I’ve been thinking… Am I happy? There was a point in my adult life when I knew, for a fact, I was not happy. I was not depressed. I was able to find some joy but I was definitely not living a happy life. I was overwhelmed, worried, and bombarded by stress
Helicopter parents are a readily identifiable species: Omnipresent, hovering, constantly scanning the area for dangers (both real and imagined) that might warrant swooping in to rescue their beloved child(ren). Many people know at least a few who fit that description, and some of us will recognize ourselves therein. Although I do not know if there
Baking is my way of interacting with people through their stomachs rather than through words because sometimes the talking becomes too much, even for a people person.
I genuinely wish everyone could take a trip to Anajali. I know people say that Disneyland is called the Happiest Place on Earth, but for me Anajali was that place.
Life is rough, and sometimes it just plain sucks, but we need to face it head on. So let’s get out there, moderately happy thirtysomethings, and take on the day!
Suck the life out of every day. Leave no opportunity undone. Do things you are afraid to try. Just touch the whale spit!
Every November my Facebook feed is filled with people providing a daily update on the things they are most thankful for – friends, family, their pet, sunny days, whatever it is that they are feeling grateful for on that specific day. I love gratitude practice, it both focuses you on what’s important, like healthy, happy kids,
This week I celebrated another birthday, or “breath day,” as my step-dad affectionately calls it. We always thought that was weird. “Happy Breath Day!” he’d say, and we’d roll our eyes and giggle, thinking that he was just being silly. And it isn’t just birthdays, each note, email, and Christmas card is always closed with