I need a refill.
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HOUSE OF KB
I have always wanted to write. I have, actually, for years. But I don't think the adolescent ramblings of a tween or the documentation tendencies of a young adult count. I've recently reread them. So I can tell you, they don't. Now I need a place to be free. Unfettered. As I figure out this new space and place in my life. Newly single mom. Business owner. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Friend. But no longer wife. Grab a cup, sit on the comfy couch and chat with me.
Today, I almost cried at therapy. I was certainly brought to my knees. But not out of pain. My coffee spilled. My fancy, overpriced, delicious coffee spilled. It's not even so much the taste. It is the way someone else makes it for me and hands it to me. Complete. Ready to be enjoyed. No work on my part. It spilled. Everywhere. So I was on my knees mopping up skinny vanilla latte from the hardwood, the couch, her computer bag and the little that spilled on my therapist's rug.
I have no filter.
But guess who just found out their Keurig does? This girl. Guess who has had their Keurig for over a year? Also this girl. Book smarts have always been my thing. Always. Thanks for coming along on this journey with me. Think that what I am saying is worth sharing? Please do. Facebook, Twitter, email, text. Heck, write a note. I accept all kinds. Plus, it'll help a girl out!
I spy ... my sanity ... leaving.
This week Bogen experienced his inaugural trip to the ER. Frankly, the way Bogen rolls through life, I expected this day to come much sooner. Much, MUCH sooner. But, this kid? He wipes out, pops right back up and says "I'm ok". To the point where it should probably go on his gravestone. He also has a wicked sense of humor. It would work. While in the basement he stepped on a piece of plastic which slid across the carpet. He lost his footing and landed on his arm. Hard. He di
Armor up and slay.
For a long time, I kept my Stella & Dot business quiet. I still keep it TOO quiet. Especially for how much joy it brings and how good I am at it. Humility is tough! In thinking about how I wanted to present my business to the world, I had to think about what it actually was. What I was selling and what the job afforded me. In the beginning, it gave me joy. At a time when my day job was sucking my will to live and making me sick. Like anti-anxiety meds to get to sleep and anot
There are times I wish I didn't discover the texts and instagram messages and emails and photos. Truth be told, he wasn't that smart about it. I didn't have to try that hard. But there are times I wish I didn't know. Not because I want to deny the truth or pretend it didn't happen as long as it did but because things can't be unseen. I have deleted them from my phone. Though they are safely stored for the lawyer. But I can't access them with the touch of a button. Frankly, th
Well that's just not true.
I don't love when people tell me I have the same hours in the day as Beyonce. Technically, that is true. Though I would not put it past her to be able to stop time to better attack her to-do list. So while we both do have 24 hours in the day, I would argue that hers look a bit different. I don't know for sure but I am assuming she has help. A staff. Even if it is just a personal assistant to help get her own stuff done, that is huge. But there may be a personal chef, a housek
Snow effing way.
This was me this past two days. Except you can't see the frozen tears. I love my kids. Love them. They are my greatest joy. I would die for them. Yada yada yada. I also tend to be able to actively love them more when I get a little break. I mean, don't you love cookies a little bit more when you cheat on your diet? Oh, how I have missed you thin mints, and samoas, and tagalongs, it has been so long and this reunion is so sweet! You see, my kids and I can spend all day in paja
Aww, why don't you snow me!
It was almost 70* last week. 70. We were in t-shirts. At the park. The little one had bare toes and we were all soaking up the sun. I wasn't saying goodbye to Winter. I knew better. I have lived in New England my whole life. But I was hopeful. Then comes in Elsa. We are looking at between 8-18in of snow. As a lover of quiet and new beginnings and fresh starts? I am happy. As a skier? I am ecstatic. As a work-from-home mom who is freshly parenting solo? I am looking down the b
Two roads diverged.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost is one of my favorite poems. Since high school. I think it is so representative of me and my life's journey. I really have taken the road less traveled. I don't know if it has made all the difference. I don't have a crystal ball that would show me my life had I taken the other road. But I am thinking that in my next life? I am all about the traveled road. Bright and light and paths well worn. Also, the low one. I can't help but think it woul
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