The weekend has expired and our camping experience a mere memory. While many would say that camping would never be on their agenda has never camped with a collective group of people who use that weekend to escape the complex problems of the world. We step back into a simpler time where people engaged… Continue reading Camping Commitment
I consider myself to fairly evolved within my own strengths as a woman. Independent and what I consider savvy, I am surprised at the emotions that I am feeling. Bailey and I are camping this weekend with some very fun friends. Now, this isn’t the first time the rest of the family was unable… Continue reading Gender Pool
As the sun begins to trickle through the window, I sit, content with a purring cat and my breakfast smoothie. The day has begun with kids and hubby off to conquer the world or at least, a small chunk of it. It is a luxury, I am aware, to be the leader in my… Continue reading Contentment
For the last couple of years, my family has ventured on several camping experiences. We journey with two other families on these excursions adding to the fun. Now, let’s be clear, my husband’s idea of camping would be a RV loaded with televisions. To him, that is roughing it. However, I encourage him to experience… Continue reading The Art of Camping
So, while I continue my emotional cleanse, I have developed some new coping skills. My thoughts tend to take on a life of their own, especially if they are negative. I have been inspired to shift those not-so-kind thoughts into something more positive. For one unkind thought, I balance it with something that individual… Continue reading Thought Process
We have all experienced it. The feeling that we are left out of something or that someone doesn’t like us. It is human nature to question even obsess. I can’t presume to read anyone’s mind. Personally, I have enough issues with the stuff in my own head. Why would I want to swim in someone… Continue reading Paranoid much?
I am quirky. That would be the word that describes me when dealing with my kids. In our house, children are heard. Sometimes, you may crave their silence, but freedom of speech is not lost at this house. I grew up with great parents, but they weren’t relaxed. I don’t remember them being… Continue reading Parental Vortex