A Lesson My Daughter Taught Me

When the clock strikes 9pm at my house, you can almost hear the cherub angels singing a chorus of "Hallelujah" from Heaven. It is at this time when everyone in my house except ME is in their beds asleep for the night. I use this time for a myriad of things......more

#IAM ENOUGH: Lessons from BlogHer14

This past weekend's blogging conference was amazing. Seeing as it was my first time doing something like this, I spent much of the time feeling nervous and unsure of myself, especially when speaking with other bloggers who were more established than I am. However, I also pushed myself to brave and make connections and be proud to tell them about who I am and what I write about (even if I only spoke to like, 5 people). I left the conference feeling more sure of where I am in life right now and the direction in which (I think) I am headed....more

5 Tips on How to Prepare for BlogHer14. (By Someone Who Has Never Attended)

I am a BlogHer Conference virgin, and this weekend will be my first time. ...more

Mass & Mochas

A while ago an old friend of mine contacted me to see if I'd be interested in joining a small faith-sharing group she wanted to start up. We would meet once a month for mass and then have coffee afterwards and chat about the readings, our lives, and anything else that we might want to bring to the table. I am someone that has to be intentional about stepping out of her comfort zone, so while this was something I was interested in, I really wasn't sure how it was going to go or if I'd even feel comfortable meeting up with strangers and talking about...stuff. I put my anxieties aside and said yes, hoping that I could recruit a friend to go with me so that I wouldn't have to be alone....more

Working On It

“I need a break.”Both girls were crying. One didn’t want to take a bath and the other just wanted to be held. My husband had just gotten out of the shower after a long day at work and an hour commute home. In traffic.I walked downstairs and sat on the couch, listening to my husband stomp around in the room above. I hear the bath running and him trying to coax #1 into the tub. He runs back to #2 to give her the pacifier. It works for 10 seconds. She is crying again. He puts white noise on. #1 is now screaming, “Mommy!”...more