Ive found connection.

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A few months ago this image made the rounds on social media: Image created by Sweatpants & Coffee. I want the sweatshirt. The picture & its text brought to mind when I taught playground yoga in Oakland to wiggly second graders. It reminded me how the kids struggled to be still (they were monkey mind incarnate in the most fantastic of ways). It sparked me to recall a child who ... Continue Reading

An introvert outside her comfort zone.

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This post has rattled around in my head for a while.  It crystallized recently as we edge toward book release and I'm repeatedly shoved from my zone of comfy. And finding it exhausting. Once upon a time, I was chatting with the Foodie McBody pictured below, when she remarked: You know, people say you're like a ninja. I pressed her to explain. I wondered if my self-appointed ... Continue Reading

Strong just is.

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There's been discussion recently about a photographer who, according to the articles, is teaching her daughters Strong is The New Pretty. As the story goes, Kate Parker was prepping for a gallery show when she realized all her strongest images were of her daughters. Her daughters simply being themselves. Brave, dirty, confident, messy, strong. Thanks to having a mom who encouraged them in ... Continue Reading

I owe nothing to other mothers.

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For me it was shaving my legs. I can't remember how old I was, but I do remember pulling on my overall shorts (hello '70s), looking down and thinking. It's time. Ever impatient, I decided it was quite literally "time," grabbed scissors (?) and attempted to trim off my leg hair. When this didn't provide the results I sought, I found my mom, I informed her it was time and she helped me ... Continue Reading

The first signs of wings.

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Since we've moved back to Austin the Child and I have been like frick and frack. I think it's like this in most two adult households with kids. One parent has more flexibility and, as a result, has more interaction time with the child/children. I love my work and am grateful I've been able to play frick to her frack. And, because of this "division of labor" the roots & wings ... Continue Reading

I loathe the phrase binge watching.

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Once upon a time, as a practicum during my Master's degree, I worked with college students. Mainly freshman women, but as word spread of our chats & hangouts (oops) I often ended up with a mixed aged group all chatting about the same thing: Food & body image. Years later, in a land far away where I was still paying off my degree yet not utilizing it, I opened a boutique training ... Continue Reading

Im lonely.

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I was skimming through Instagram recently when I spied a quote which stopped me dead in my tracks (an overused phrase, certainly, yet captures my reaction exactly). We'll get to the quote in a moment, but first let me back up. I'm lonely. Have I mentioned that lately? Lonely. Lonely. Lonely. I've got that lonely in a crowd, lonely because I think "Crap, People, does no one get what I'm ... Continue Reading

In favor of snap judgements.

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We've talked about the fact I'm working not to be judgmental. I've not walked miles any shoes save my own (I may think I know what theirs feel like---I have no idea). For me, however, judging is different from intuitive living. Passing judgement is not the same as trusting our guts & going with the immediate feedback they provide. It's not the same, to define in its most basic of ... Continue Reading

How much do I charge?

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where the magic happens. The other night the Child had a meltdown of sorts. It wasn't either of our best days, a few misplaced words turned into an explosion of words and only hours later did we both entirely calm down. (Charming, proving canines are indeed smarter than humans, ran downstairs and "hid" on the couch until all was happy again.) Later, as we readied for bed, the Child asked if I ... Continue Reading

Life is a special occasion.

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Ive recently discovered I'm kind of a hoarder. Not so much of things purchased--but of all things any things which have absolutely *anything* to do with the Child. Things we bought while living together in Guatemala. belt, bag, booties, hat = hoarded. Things she's made for me and subsequently wanted to use/play with herself:  no. you may NOT borrow my cup. I'm uncertain when ... Continue Reading

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