Welcome to April! It seems like we were just saying Happy New Year and here we are into spring. Here’s what’s on my mind this month. Continue reading “Welcome to April!”
Here are some things that I’m suggesting this month that have definitely made my life easier: Continue reading “Things to Do in February”
What’s sleek, smooth, and red all over? Hint: In our case it was soul red metallic, but it has also been spotted zooming around town in crystal white pearl mica, meteor gray mica, sonic silver metallic, titanium flash mica, blue reflex mica, deep crystal blue mica, and jet black mica.
The answer is simple: the 2016 Mazda CX-5. Continue reading “Zoom Around Town #DriveMazda”
No more pencils, no more books.
No more teacher’s dirty looks.
But if you ask my children, they will say they are prone to getting dirty looks from their mom. After all, our word for the summer is structure, need I say more?
Wait. what? A word for the summer that has absolutely nothing to do with fun or sleeping late or recording Snapchat videos in the middle of the night? Continue reading “Our Summer Manifesto”
This post is part of a series on grief. My family recently lost someone suddenly, and as a result, we we were faced with shock, sadness, and disbelief. It’s my hope that as I process our experiences in grief here on the blog, I’m able to help any of you who may be faced with the loss of a loved one. Click here to access more resources on overcoming grief.
The month of April has been filled with revelations for me. Many of them relate to love and family and death. For me, an important one relates to my inner artist.
I bet that’s not where you thought this was going, right?
My inner artist has always been an under-appreciated part of my life’s experiences. She’s been neglected. She’s been suppressed. She’s been ignored. She’s been told that she’s only as good as the stick figures she draws. She’s never thought she could create something worthy of hanging on her wall at home. Especially while grieving.
Special thanks to Painting With a Twist in Cedar Hill, TX for partnering with me on this much-needed project!
The day after my aunt died suddenly I was at a lost for words. I threw myself into helping my cousins with funeral preparations and getting my family prepared for travel. My aunt died on a Saturday, and the day after she died was a Sunday. I’m not sure what happens in your part of the world, but here in Texas, not much is happening on Sundays. My family in Mississippi couldn’t make arrangements, we didn’t have deadlines from the printer, and I didn’t know what information would even be needed for my job as the family obituary writer. Sunday left me at a loss for what to do, where to go, and how to process my grief. Continue reading “The Grieving Inner Artist”