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Saturday, May 30, 2015

The Day Camren Was Born

My second child—a gorgeous, brown-eyed boy—was born at Intermountain Medical Center on October 9, 2009. I felt a special, indescribable connection to him from the very beginning. I attribute this to the extraordinary care I received while giving birth at IMED, and to the nurse who bonded with us.

The very first time I cuddled with my Camren was a precious and unique experience. It happened almost immediately after his birth.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Glitter Is Everywhere (Part Three)

At the conclusion of my "glitter series" (read post one and post two), would you like to know what glitter I see?

YOU! You, you, you, you, you, you! If we are going to talk about sparkly stuff -- and if "Glitter Week" is going to be about recognizing the glitter -- then surely WE are included in that. As mothers and as women, we ARE the glitter! Dr. Hilda Ruch, who wrote a wonderful book titled, "Women Create," said, "Women's voices are crucial. Women affect history. Daughters, mothers, and wives influence families, communities, nations, and the world."

Friday, May 22, 2015

"Glitter" Is Everywhere (Part Two)


It's a very "crunchy," granola, new age, zen kind of word that's becoming more and more hip these days. And I LOVE it. It's my "One Little Word" for 2015.

Truth be told, I was first introduced to the idea of mindfulness when I was in college. I wore vintage, second-hand t-shirts and corduroy. I burned lots of incense. I wrote in my poetry journal daily and adorned myself in shells, beads, and hemp. I listened to Cat Stevens. A friend shared her love of Thich Nhat Hanh with me and I began reading his works.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Throw Me A Life Raft!

Motherhood is hard, dudes. It is really, really hard.

Metaphorically speaking (of course), I often feel as though my life as a mother is a vast sea of chaos and adversity . . . and I am drowning in it. Okay, okay! Maybe not "drowning." (That does sound a bit dramatic.) More like, "treading water." I often feel as though I am treading water -- attempting to keep my head above the surface of second-grade math, diaper blow-outs, mundane responsibilities, autistic quirks, and fighting children. "Waves" of laundry constantly crash down on my head, "undertows" of trips to the grocery store try to pull me down to my watery grave. Then there is the steady frothing and churning of toys to be picked up, diapers to be changed, and peanut butter sandwiches to be made.  The sound of my vacuum cleaner might as well resemble the sound of the tide coming in!

Monday, May 18, 2015

"Glitter" Is Everywhere (Part One)

A couple of years ago I took Lilly shopping for a Christmas dress.

We carefully perused all the racks and when Lilly laid eyes on a red tulle one she knew it was THE one! It was perfectly girly and foofy and sparkly -- covered in tiny flecks of silver glitter. She wore it all the time! It wasn't long before I noticed James' distaste for the dress. He'd mumble and grumble under his breath (never in front of her) whenever she wore it. Occasionally I would hear him mutter, "Oh man, that dress AGAIN...," or, "Not THAT dress…"

Thursday, May 14, 2015


I can admit when I am wrong. It ain't easy, but I can do it!

Like that time I fell for the guy in the horn-rimmed glasses in my philosophy class. He wore loafers and cardigans. He talked about existential dilemmas, moral realism, and whether or not the stupid chair his cute tushie sat on was real. He was sweet to me and we studied together often. "Maybe he likes me, too," I thought.

Friday, May 8, 2015

Keep It As Spicy As A Wheelbarrow!

While cleaning out some drawers, I found an informative pamphlet on marriage and how to keep your relationship with your spouse strong and healthy.

Captivatingly, the most common thread woven through all the advice was physical affection. Which is to say, all these smart doctors and psychologists and therapists agree that couples should be holding hands and kissing and hugging and touching and necking and snogging, oh my! And they should be doing it more than they do. To maintain connection. To keep things as spicy as a habanero. (Which autocorrect desperately wants to change to "wheelbarrow.")

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Celebrate Mothers; A Giveaway

In the eight years I have been raising my children, I have discovered that there are many things they don't tell you about becoming a mother.

They don't tell you about the borderline insanity you experience (I thought I had cancer of the kneecap) from lack of sleep during "the newborn stage." They don't tell you how to explain to your children what "the bird" is and why "flipping it" is a really bad idea. And they certainly don't tell you how to handle the tantrum of a six-year-old who wants to wear a ladybug costume to school!