Last night, I crawled in the bottom bunk to read to Ada. She picked three books like always, a rule we took from one of our favorite stories, Olivia. We read The Giving Tree by the warm glow of twinkle-lights wrapped around the bed frame. It’s one we’ve read many
For those of you that don’t know, in my other life I am a children’s yoga teacher. A few years ago I created my own curriculum (called Yogalore) that I use for my classes. Soon after I decided to make the curriculum available to others — parents, grandparents, teachers, and
My mom passed away five years ago; my dad about four years ago. It’s been a rough couple of years for my family. My mom passed away from complications from COPD and emphysema. Her goal was to live long enough to be able to see Jake (my son) graduate high
As I write this post, we’re at the beginning of this fun little adventure — where lives are turned upside down and small things we often took for granted are suddenly hard to come by (I still don’t understand hoarding toilet paper!) Many of you are at home with your
Friend, I don’t have any Pinterest-worthy pictures for you today. No projects to get your creative juices going. No recommendations on fabulous finds or tips for halting the avalanche of stuff in your closets. I’ve got a half-full cup of hot coffee and an even fuller heart. Mind if I
Every night, without fail, Ada lifts a stack of books over her head and drops them next to me. “Only five books tonight, Mommy,” she says, reciting her favorite line from her favorite bedtime story, Olivia. She grins, waiting.