Swat Them Away

Swat Them Away

My Peloton bike faces three giant windows. I situated the bike this way on purpose. Nature is my thing. It re-centers me and redirects my focus. I overlook our backyard: the pool, the fire pit, the rocking chairs, and a giant Crepe Myrtle. Today, as 

The Preteen Years

The Preteen Years

When I sat back on my own and thought about the season we were about to enter, I was smacked in the face with one thing: the moment my son steps foot on that middle school campus, the countdown begins.

Imperfectly Perfect

Imperfectly Perfect

FLASHBACK FRIDAY I am a recovering perfectionist. Weeellll, I can’t honestly say I’m recovered, but I am working on getting there. I did have to do about a bazillion things and get them all perfectly in order before I could sit down and write today. 

Dear End of the Year

Dear End of the Year

Dear End of the School Year, You got me. Long gone are the days of a freezer filled with meals ready to bake. No longer are lunches packed perfectly the night before containing sweet little love notes to my boys. Clothes are not washed and