I see you finding your way in the world. I see you weaving through thoughts, doubts, experiences to find your voice. I see you bounding through a park with energy, spunk, empathy, and imagination. I see a freedom of owning who you are with no regard for what others think. I see you unaware of… Continue reading I see you…
I have big teeth, and I cannot lie. This is a fact. They attract green leafy food. I could try to defend against it by not showing my teeth--painfully keeping my mouth closed while at dinner with friends or in the company of strangers. There's a problem, though. My mouth was made to smile, to… Continue reading Do I have food in my teeth?
At dinner the other night, my youngest said "Grown-ups know everything." Then, the seven year old chimed with..."No way, they only know about some things." I laughed to myself, and I remembered having that unbridled confidence in grown-ups. I think of all the adults I grew up around and that I considered any age of… Continue reading Clueless
I've always had pretty good direction--I see maps in my head. I like to get my bearings and understand where I am in order to navigate where I am going. I get the shakes when I am just following a crowd. My husband will tell you that I am all about backroads and finding the… Continue reading Where the heck am I going?
You are not enough. You read it right. That's offensive, huh? I am NOT saying you do not have worth. I am NOT saying that you do not have value. I am NOT saying you cannot do hard things. I am NOT saying you are not tough. I am NOT saying you are a failure.… Continue reading Contrary to Popular Opinion…
It all started with a closet project. Little did I know that it would turn into so much more. Our home has more than ample storage, but the problem is we have dumped stuff there. The stuff that is falling out of the closets and the basement means there is stuff everywhere in our… Continue reading It all started with a “little” project
I picked a title because it moved me. It sounded inspired. This is a picture of my life. I get a whim of creativity. I start something new, and then I backtrack to contemplate the meaning. The Art of Coming Alive… There are two types of people in this world: people who have… Continue reading What’s with the blog, jen?