Writing with Grace
I’m like your royal food taster making sure you aren’t poisoned- if websites were food and writing was eating and you were a duchess, that is. Continue reading
Mom-ing with Menus
It’s not rocket science or reinventing the wheel, but recently I’ve been getting hella into monthly menu planning. March was/is crazy. I had a pledge drive at my 9-5 job, and Gibs turned 2 years old halfway through the month. … Continue reading
Bad Analogies & Metaphors
The idea of planting a garden this spring is right up there with building a space shuttle for NASA in how impossible it would be for me. Checking my office voicemail is to neurosurgery as curing cancer is to achieving world peace. My depression has me living an unbalanced analogy. Continue reading
Ever Since The Day You Put My Heart in Motion…
My mother had a great music collection. I would sit in front of her CD organizer and re-arrange the discs so many different ways. Sometimes all the holiday records together. Sometimes by the year they were released. Sometimes by the … Continue reading
I’m Not Fine, and I Know It
As if it weren’t already fairly obvious with the lack of posts, I’m still treading water over here. I feel like I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing most of the time. But I’ve taken steps to … Continue reading
Flashy & Flawless
You know, I still don’t feel like Kristin. I don’t know who I am sometimes. How long does an identity crisis last after you’ve had a baby? How long does it take to transition and feel comfortable as both the … Continue reading
Gotta DASH
It’s amazing what a difference a real doctor makes. I went to my general practitioner back when I started feeling really terrible and learned that I had high blood pressure. Before Christmas he changed my meds, and they started causing … Continue reading
Accidental Hiatus
So I accidentally took two weeks off from the blog. Sorry about that. I’ve been having some health issues that are really fatiguing me. Plus running my Jamberry business is taking a lot of energy too. And Gibson is almost walking, … Continue reading
Letters to Gibson: Ten Months
Dear Gibson, I have been putting this letter off for a while. Just a smidge too long. Because I’m in denial that you’re growing up. As much as I don’t want to admit it…you’re not a baby anymore. You stand … Continue reading
I Am The Elephant in Your Ballroom
Not sure if it’s the weather, my sleep habits, hormones or what…but I have been having the weirdest dreams lately. A couple of nights ago I dreamed I was standing in a gorgeous ballroom with the Queen of England. The … Continue reading
Hungry For Motherhood 