The days are long but the years are short

Smalls is now the age Red was when we moved to Boise.  When I was 35 weeks pregnant – with Smalls. I hear this phrase all the time, the days are long, but the years are short. I acknowledge it intellectually, I understand it’s true, but normally I’m stuck down so deep in those long…

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Me Time

I’m running.  My brain unfurls like a flag in the wind, fluttering and snapping and creating room for all my thoughts.  I soar, I dream, screeds of my book get written, blog posts unravel in front of me. And then I get home and open the door to noise and light and kids screaming and…

Petroglyph Hunting on the Snake River – #optoutside on Black Friday

I love the movement to #optoutside on Black Friday! My husband took a vacation day, and we intentionally decided to have a quiet Thanksgiving break, with 4 days of staying home, eating good food, and spending time outdoors. I’m a writer; not just of this blog, and of business related content, but I’m also in…

The Weight of You: A Thanksgiving Ode to Smalls

Parenthood is full of contradictions. I should point out, however, that the next person to tell me ‘the days are long but the years are short‘ will get throat punched. Not because it isn’t true, I understand deeply that it is true, I’m mired in it. Every time Smalls gives something up; diapers, a crib,…