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IMG_0864There are really no words to express the slew of emotions that washed over 2017.  There was love and there was loss; there were lies; there was healing; there was the greatest gift and the reason for living that pushed and shoved her way into my world against all odds and with very little warning.

Disclaimer:  I may relate as a “new” mom, but this is not my first go-round.  I have a 13 year old son and a 10 year old daughter with my ex-husband.  I had zero intent of starting over and even went so far as to be quite vocal about how intensely CRAZY I thought girlfriends my age were when they decided to have babies!

I probably shouldn’t act like I’m over the hill.. I just turned 36.  I’ll be the first to admit, though, that pulling all-nighters with a fussy newborn is a whole different kind of rodeo at 35 than it is at 25.  In every other way, though, I find myself in a state of admiration and adoration of this little life every single day.  I appreciate every moment with her so much more than I did with the big kids because I know now without a doubt in my mind that I’m going to blink, and she will be grown.

I claim to be an expert of absolutely nothing!  I like to write.  I love to cook.  I crochet to put my mind at peace when the hamster won’t stop spinning the wheel.  I laugh.  I cry.  I live.  I learn.  I want to share.

So my gift to myself for 2018 is this.. a blog, an outlet for my thoughts and a platform to share the things I learn and the things I find.  I hope you enjoy and follow.


Type A.. Plan B

Our old friend Mr. Webster defines a Type A personality as more competitive, highly organized, ambitious, impatient, highly aware of time management and/or aggressive.

My mother will tell you I was born this way, and I don’t doubt it one bit, but the first memory in which I can look back on and say “Aha!” comes at age 4. I was in preschool and was, very politely and in a perfectly orderly fashion, playing on the slide (think Fisher Price, not playground) when a fat little boy came up behind me and pushed me down to climb up the three whole stairs ahead of me. Never one to stay down long, I jumped up, not even bothering to dust myself off. I grabbed that little prick by the back of his t-shirt and pulled with all my might. Insert mental image of him falling great lengths to certain death. He sat back on his well cushioned ass and started screaming bloody murder. I mean, this is the stuff parent’s worst grocery shopping nightmares are made of. “She hit me! She pushed me!” I WHAT??? I plead my case with all my heart. “He pushed Me! It was my turn!” Knowing now what it’s like to try to focus in the presence of a screaming child, I imagine dear old Mrs. Huber couldn’t hear a thing I said. It probably wouldn’t have mattered if she did. The scene told her everything she’d needed to know. Guess who’s mom got a call?

I probably should have gotten the message loud and clear in that moment. The good guy doesn’t win. But to this day I continue to live right as rain, not because I’m convinced it pays but simply because the Type A in me makes it necessity.

… to be continued

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Black Powder

Who’s afraid of a little Black Powder???

Activated charcoal is the “it” ingredient in Beauty and Skin Care right now, but is it worth all the hype?!?

Simple answer: YES!

Activated charcoal behaves like a magnet, drawing dirt, oils and toxins from the face, body, teeth, hair and even the gut (That’s right! Activated charcoal is not only not toxic, but is actually a very effective digestive aid).  And… it does all of this without being overly abrasive or drying!

Charcoal soaps are available everywhere, but the best performer by far is Beauty Counter’s Char Bar.  No film, nice gentle scent, no added chemicals!  Check it out here:

Beauty Counter Char Bar