February 9, 2017
Reflecting on an intimate evening with new and comforting faces isn’t always easy. It’s a lot – to put your heart out there – to wear it whole heartedly on your sleeve. To make yourself vulnerable, sharing personal stories to help connect one person to another. But I’ve quickly realized that it is one of the main reasons why I started doing this. And if it wasn’t that, I’m pretty sure motherhood would have done a mighty fine job.
When I think back to my first dinner – 4 months postpartum, trying to cook and breastfeed, and be okay with leaving her for 5 hours. Pumping and having a glass of wine. It was a lot –
January 31, 2017
I have this folder on my desktop that’s called my Dream Board. Every time I come across a quote or an image that fits into how I see myself living, I add it. Every once in a while, when I’m feeling like I need a reminder of how I got here or where I’m going, I sift through the images. There are some from 10 years ago, 8 years ago, 2 years ago and just last week. It’s a compilation of all the varieties and simplicities I’ve craved. Spaces, food, people, thoughts, words, floors, trees, room to breathe, a place to create – the whole shebang.
Without saying anything about anything, or anything about something. I’ll just say this.
January 29, 2017
[to follow up with my last post of a tiny human being sick]
Here we are. Day 6 of the sickening ( as we lovingly have started calling it in our house ).
I’ve baked so much my right arm feels cramped from kneading too much dough.
I guess it all started with this cookbook my sister gave me for Christmas, The New Nordic. As I was flipping through the baking section, there was a picture of this delicious looking dark rye sourdough bread that just caught my eye. I’ve always loved dense bread from living in Germany so the thought of making my own just made my heart swell.
I began with the sourdough starter –
January 25, 2017
When you’re home alone with a sick kid for two days you both do and do not have a lot of time to think about things. I often say to Jeff I wish I were one way or another. Either 100% stay at home, or 100% working. But that’s not true. The balance I have is really really great. It works for me and my personality, it works for my type of work, it works for my family and it works for my body’s need for balance. It has taken me a long time to get to this place – and it’s not like once I got it I kept it. It is a constant effort and struggle. It’s something that sometimes takes a lot of daily energy and thought and focus and then sometimes,