Rise & Shine; It's Butt Falling Time...

Last night, my husband, Brian, came home from his respectable day job as a middle school principal. Our kids excitedly brought their play costumes into the living room to make preparations for their upcoming Halloween school parties. A long, tangled, brunette wig was placed on Brian’s head.

And then something magical happened.

Ugh. Labels.

Honest confession: I’ve spent a good majority of my life being obsessed with labels.

Labels, aka man-made attempts to brand and identify what something is or is not.

Have you ever been labeled with something?

Maybe, like me, you haven’t always liked the labels put on you. 

Getting Up & Stepping Out

This past weekend, I went to Cannon Beach. I love being there. There’s something special about the fresh ocean air, the rhythm of the waves hitting the sand, the seagulls talking to one another, the pillar of Haystack Rock and the stillness of the morning…

A Dream & Reality Collision

“I paid $20 to go volunteer in Caleb’s classroom today.  I sit with a glue stick and construction paper and wonder how this happened to my life.”  - Thoughts after paying a babysitter for a couple hours in my son’s Kindergarten classroom.

Thoughts on NOT Marrying Cary Grant

I wrote this post as a gift to my husband on our wedding anniversary several years ago.  Super cool side note: This summer, I met Robin Jones Gunn, the author who wrote the “Christy Miller” series that inspired me to write letters to my future husband when I was a teenager and young adult. She was amazing and so are her books.  :)

A Pile of Stones & The Waiting Place

I wrote this (ridiculously long) post when we first moved from the suburbs between the busy metro area of Pierce and King Counties -to Othello, WA, a small town in the central Washington desert. I had always dreamed of living in New York or the East Coast or anywhere near a Target and Starbucks. 

A Change of Heart AKA On Letting Go of Some Dreams for Better Ones

When Brian and I first got married, we made a list of things we would do after we had a family.  We dreamed about the home we would create, the values we would instill in our children, about travels and memories we would make.  We wrote them all down and put that piece of paper away.  But every now and then, when I’m cleaning or daydreaming, I’ll come across that piece of paper and compare the life I’m living with what’s on the list.