Amateur tattoo artist.

I recently rediscovered this essay I wrote for college English my senior year of high school. It’s even funnier to me now as a mom of two spunky and creative little girls. Enjoy!  When I was three years old, I was mischievous. My favorite book as a child was about a girl who painted herself…

When life slaps you in the face.

Ever feel like life slaps you across the face when you’re already down? This literally happened to me the other day. You see, my husband broke his wrist playing basketball three weeks ago. Things like car seat buckles (and baths, and dishes, and… life) are pretty hard with one arm pinned up in a cast….

Sunday night gifts.

Sunday nights are bittersweet. Sometimes I love them, when I feel caught up, squeaky clean and prepped for the week. Scrubbed house, stocked fridge, steamed wardrobe, bathed babe, refreshed mind. There’s beauty in brand new weeks. Other times, I’m too easily sucked into the Sunday doldrums. This usually happens when I scrambling to get it…