Creativity · Perspective · Uncategorized


Day #1 of Year 35 started rainy and cool

In October, the turning leaves are works of art

Textures in the prairie grass make the roadsides a patchwork quilt

Soulful music serenades my day at the office

A bouquet of deep oranges, rich reds and carmelized yellows adorns my desk

Another trip around the sun

I am grateful. ❤

birthday bouquet (2)


Family · Parenting · Perspective

Kitchen Fairy

kitchen fairyDearest Kitchen Fairy-

Where did you go?

This was all clean by Saturday noon,
Tuesday morning it’s making me swoon.

And not in a good way,
Definitively I’ll loudly say!

Where are all the butter knives… For pete’s sake, where are my sinks?!
“It’s not a problem, use paper products!” my husband winks.

I’m glad everyone is in such good humor,
Kitchen fairy, you’ll never return? Is that the rumor?

Please say it isn’t so!!!

I guess in that long wait until you do,
I’ll just strap on my wings and dishes: wash a few.

True life. There isn’t a kitchen fairy, nor a laundry one. Just a mom, dad and two kids with helping hands.

So turn on some good music and strap on those wings dear family!!! Mom waved her wand over the kitchen before work this morning. You get to sprinkle your magic on the laundry tonight!




Creativity · Family · Parenting · Perspective

Ode to Elementary Valentines Day


Hustle! Rush!
Get everything on the list.
Cutting boards and cookie cutters.
Should be as simple as a flick of the wrist.

Pens. Erasers.
One First grader and One Preschool.
Lists of names and Scotch tape.
Whoever commercialized Valentine’s Day was no fool.

Minions. Peppa Pig.
Friendship Bracelets and Fruit by the Foot.
Starts smiling and ends gritting teeth.
Almost 50 kid scrawled names – Creativity kaput.

Salty. Mostly Sweet.
Fruit skewered and Jello Poke Cake made.
Last Minute Reminder note sent home!!!
My heart is full but my neurons fade.

Cool Whip. Pretzels.
Kids excited and to school on time.
Mom looks like a wreck and laughs.
Off to work. To-do list mountain climbed.

We survived elementary school Valentine’s Day 2017.




Snack bags and fruit skewers. Cake not pictured because I was trying to frost it with frozen Cool Whip in the parking lot at the school this morning – which was after I ran to the store to buy the Cool Whip that I didn’t know I needed until the note above came home last night… Gave up and sent the tub with a spatula. And apparently unknowingly did all of this with doughnut frosting on my face because people, this. is. life.

Family · Love

Blowing in the Wind (aka Parenting)

Parenting is like the wind. We have days of solid calm. There are days of sweet, springy air that seems to breathe soft and slow. Moments occur where it whips into a frenzy, then settles back down. Sometimes it blows hard, fast, and full of dirt.

Lately, the wind has been blowing hard and full of dirt; as in knock my child down hard. My yard is littered with tree branches. My favorite hammock is shredded. The birds struggle to fly against the wind. The weather is a very literal analogy and reflection to parenting as of late. Nothing seems to be calm. My children are asserting themselves and tasting tiny drops of independence. We are working to guide them with this new found responsibility. It has been a bumpy road. A bumpy road that almost led to a glass door being opened and blown by the strong winds and broken today after our son was told NOT to open the door multiple times.

What a delicate balance it is.

The truth is that some parts of parenting are not enjoyable. The quote “this hurts me more than it hurts you” is applicable no matter what type of parenting plan you are striving to follow. My son thought his world was ending when he was not allowed to play with his grandpa after the door incident. We listened to 30+ minutes of sobbing from his room. He was safe and physically not hurt, but his heart was breaking. He emerged still sad but coherently told us what the bad choice was and what the better choice would have been. Did I want to go comfort him? Absolutely, but sometimes bad choices mean losing out on something fun.

There are frenzied whirlwinds where we ask “do fits get us what we want?” (NO, never) There are fleeting days of solid calm. Snack goes smoothly. Eyes close easily for naps – PTL if they happen at the same time! They work out arguments without needing a mediator (ages ~2 and ~4).

Mostly there is some sort of wind. It keeps us on our toes and brings in fresh, new experiences. What is life without the spice of variety?


Blow beautiful child blow.

The winds push and swirl.
While you dance carelessly and twirl.

Blow innocent child blow.

The gentle wind speaks soft.
Your fancies soar like clouds aloft.

Blow wise child blow.

The harsh winds bluster.
Your innocent world they fluster.

Blow strong child blow.