As I type up my resignation letter, it feels easy to let go of this job. Then I start clicking through my project folders and see all that I have accomplished in these past eight years...and all that I didn't. Some folders contain articles and projects that interested me that I never took time to … Continue reading Letting go of illusion and embracing my next chapter
It's well into September and the air has been hot and sticky again. We had a brief cooling off around Labor Day, but summer is isn't ready to let go yet. I don't mind so much, but am ready to feel cooler air. My body is telling me the hot 80's is not natural for … Continue reading Stretching our fancy coffee budget
I took a few days off from work to enjoy the time the girls are off from summer camp. School is still three weeks away, but closer than I like to think. I can hear the ever buzzing clack of the Katydids high in the trees; a siren of summers end. Here in upstate NY … Continue reading Summer’s siren
Some of you are familiar with SOS. I have heard that it's well known among military folk . The official name is chipped beef but in my house growing up, it was referred to as 'shit on a shingle'. Classy, eh? My mother would make her SOS using steak-umms (do they even make steak-umms anymore?...don't … Continue reading SOS and other food my mother made
Any new mom knows the hell of sleep deprivation. Those first postpartum weeks can make us feel like a hot mess, and we may literally be hot and messy with all those hormones running wild, full on nursing sweats, lack of showers and dark circles invading our once vibrant, glowing faces. Ah yes! To have … Continue reading From hell to heaven: How to I survived postpartum sleep deprivation
Disclaimer: The views in this post are mine alone and based on my personal, very subjective experience. This is not to criticize the experience of my childhood or members of my biological family. I have been married for 5 years. We have two children between us and one from my husband's first marriage. Deciding it … Continue reading His, mine, or ours? Why I struggle with sharing money.
Oh the second baby. After the ravage of childbirth, the year of 'firsts', surviving sleep deprivation, and finally getting the hang of it, along comes the desire to have another baby. With the exception of 'one and done' families and the 'whoops! I didn't really plan that one', there comes a time when baby fever … Continue reading The second time is sweeter