Taking gardening troubles into our own hands

We're taking gardening to a new level this time around! First of all, none of our plants have died since we planted them this summer. Second, we've pruned, remedied some overcrowding issues in our tomato pot, added crushed egg shells for extra nutrition, and added support sticks to help long stems. Third, we studied our … Continue reading Taking gardening troubles into our own hands

Watching my kid in gymnastic’s class gives me that worried constipated look

My five-year old daughter has been dreaming of doing cartwheels for months now, which probably seems like an eternity for a small person. Much to my dismay, she has been practicing her jumping, bending, climbing, and tumbling any chance she gets. The look on her face is priceless though; at the end of some acrobatic … Continue reading Watching my kid in gymnastic’s class gives me that worried constipated look

It’s inevitable. I get insomnia when I need to sleep.

It's funky, erratic sleep the night before any heart-related doctor's appointments for Ellis.  I can't pinpoint one worry, but a general sense of fear overcomes me. Other concerns that prevent continuous sleep: I'll oversleep; I'll be stuck in bay area traffic and miss the appointment entirely; I'll hear upsetting news; I'll need to be extra … Continue reading It’s inevitable. I get insomnia when I need to sleep.

Why I need to have realistic expectations about time

Disbelief and denial. Is May only a few days away?! It was just winter, now spring, and summer plans are already underway. Time runs while I stroll. When I was younger, grown ups would wistfully comment how time passes too quickly for them. They'd say, "Enjoy this time, because living gets busy when you have … Continue reading Why I need to have realistic expectations about time

Move over, rush. Slow (kind of) is moving in.

via Daily Prompt: Rush Rush has become the theme of my life in the past few years. Everything seems hurried; even hurry itself is not fast enough for this rushed life. This morning I had one hour to myself at a coffee shop ACROSS the street from the kids' zoology class. It felt foreign to … Continue reading Move over, rush. Slow (kind of) is moving in.