Career Questing

It took ugly crying to my Director of Sales over the phone this week to realize that I. am. burned. out. I’ve reached the end of my rope emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually. The thing of it is though,  I believe the situation I find myself in now is of my own making. Of course… Continue reading Career Questing

In pursuit of peace

Can I tell you something? This past month has not been easy. My Grandma recently passed away. She went peacefully in her sleep at 92 years old. This, I am thankful for. I know she was ready. She once asked me what I thought heaven was like. I think going to heaven is a lot like… Continue reading In pursuit of peace

Simply

  Live simply so that others can simply live.  -Ghandi My love of thrifting is more than my desire to look good. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good fashion blog and I mean, come on, I live in LA where everyday life is a fashion show. Here thrift store shopping is relatively easy… Continue reading Simply

cute cloth on a dime

Growing up, shopping at the thrift store was so not cool. Though I can say with complete honesty that second hand clothing made up 97% of my childhood wardrobe. My Grandma was my primary caretaker until I was about nine years old.  Having lived through the Dust Bowl and Great Depression, she believed in making each and every… Continue reading cute cloth on a dime

“less house more home”

I’ve gotten pretty good at decluttering. Soon after my divorce in mid-2012 I moved into a one room studio apartment that required me to adopt a minimalist mentality. Two years later I remarried and moved into my husband’s mom’s house which required even more material leanness on my part. It’s not glamorous even if we… Continue reading “less house more home”

out of doors in the city

  My love of being “out of doors in the city” came about during a time when I felt like I needed a clearer life perspective and an open space to breathe. I love my my husband, my two stepsons, and my baby girl. I enjoy going to work and what I do but life… Continue reading out of doors in the city

mommy track

You are not a world changer, you chose the mommy track. Self-talk. There are days, oh are there ever days, that I believe this to be true. Usually it’s  on the days when I’m doing three consecutive loads of laundry, when I stumble over a plastic banana yellow giraffe, or clean out dirty baby bottles for the umpteenth time at 6AM on a Saturday morning.

Which, speaking of Saturday mornings, last Saturday we went on a morning walk (you know, after I finished washing the baby bottles). My little girl took a tumble and let out a scream heralding the end of the world. My usual inclination is to sweep her up into my arms. My husband though did something different. He handed her a little red flower. Her tears stopped suddenly as she intently gazed at the crimson blossom considering whether or not to pop it into her mouth. She gave us a smile that rivaled the sun. A flower. She found comfort in a flower. And that is when it hit me.

My daughter thinks the world is pretty wonderful and so do I.

I chose the mommy track but motherhood does not limit my life.   In fact, as a mom,  I am an agent of change. I have to be. Because when I look into the eyes of my children, I see the whole world staring back.

I see refugees fleeing South Africa and Syria, I see the water crisis in Flint, I see the abominable wall Republican candidate Trump wants to build, I see “Turkey is not safe”, I see children living in war torn areas of Congo, and I see the rebuilding of Nepal. I also see the hope of heaven staring back at me from my daughter’s speckled hazel eyes.

In that moment I learned something about the mother-heart of God and I suddenly knew that I knew that I knew. There is peace enough to cover the whole world and I want it to begin with me, “Mommy”.