On Five

I’ve taken to just calling her “Five” because it makes her grin ear to ear.

grabby and crabby

I am insanely jealous of single people that live alone. I love my children. I love my husband. I like my cats a whole lot. I also would like to be by my fucking self occasionally. From the moment I arrive home, Rhys begins his whine. This isn’t just any whine, of course. The pitch

Unconditional Parenting

I’ve been cheating on my neglected blog with my sister’s well updated one. We both practice versions of Unconditional Parenting, and I’ve written a bit about my experiences with it there. Parenting is a wild ride, and when I was looking for tools to help me develop strong ties with my children, even through adversity,

Simple things I love in the morning

This cup of coffee (or 3), without which I might cry all morning. Finding this photo of Darian:           Green plants,  growing strong in this cold wet spring, indoors Seed catalogs The smell of bacon in the oven Being picked up for work. Interesting conversation. This song by Adele. The sun

My most favorite…

Simple. My favorite way to spend this day. As simply as possible. What I LOVE about today is that my husband and I don’t do anything differently. I like to think that we show our love for one another every day, so there is no need for flowers or balloons or sappy store bought cards

Not a Bitch

You have uninvited me to your birthday party ( that isn’t happening until February) twice a day for the last 3 weeks. You’ll be lucky to HAVE a birthday party if you keep it up.

Black and Bitter

I, like most other 12 and 13 year old kids living in my small Northern California town, ate up every stereotype. We dressed ourselves in thrift store chic. We smoked Marlboro Reds purchased by the homeless guy in front of 7-11. We listened to Nirvana and wept when Kurt Cobain decided his coffee drinking, music playing, flannel wearing life was no longer worth living.