Have you ever looked around at your life and hated what you saw? Have you ever looked in the mirror and wished you could see past your mistakes and be something different; something that can be instead of what…
The Other Woman
She peeked through their kitchen window, and all you could see as you looked through the blinds were her beady little eyes and the top of her head. It was annoying just to watch; I can’t imagine living that…
Conflict And Confessions
I just walked through the door after a two and a half hour lunch with my mom and sister, and my heart was full. We were in such deep conversation we lost track of time. It was one of…
Obliviously Blessed
I pedaled my bike at a slower pace than his. His hat was on backwards and his white tank top revealed the muscles of a man who worked out a lot. It was a hot July afternoon in the…
High Maintenance
You know when you realize something needs to be done but you really don’t want to do it? That’s how I feel when I have to tackle something like cleaning out my closet. I love cleaning the rooms everyone…
T@!$#%&* Is A Bad Word
I stood in line at the fast-food restaurant, waiting for the people in front of me to finish ordering. Absentmindedly, I looked at my phone, scrolling through Facebook and Instagram, when my ear caught the conversation of a few…
Transformation: Little By Little
It’s a scorching 106 degrees in Temecula, California. My good friend, Adriana, and I have this ambition to run the Spartan Beast. It’s a 13+ mile course with 30+ obstacles and this one is in the California desert where there…
Transition Year
I walked around the room, skimming the narratives (stories) of my fifth graders. Do you know how hard it is to teach writing to ten year olds? As I picked up each paper to look it over, each student looked…
What’s In A Name?
What’s in a name? That’s not just a question posed by a Shakespearean character in a timeless play. I mean, think about it. There’s a reason you don’t see too many kids named Adolph or Napolean, right? Names are what…
Motherhood Trials: The Little Things
I sat on my kitchen counter feeling overwhelmed and unsure of my next move. I just finished telling my husband about my conversation with Weston’s teacher. Weston is my middle son. He is thirteen and he is small for his…
