*The following is a personal account of my experience with Takotsubo Cardiomyopothy that I was asked to write for the British Heart Foundation. I’m posting here on my personal blog, in hopes that someday, somewhere, someone who goes through this unfortunate experience and is looking for someone else who’s been there, reads this. It is… Continue reading My Story of Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy
You know that moment when you were rocking your infant in the wee hours of the morning and in between big, rib expanding yawns, would gaze down and appreciate the fact that in that moment you were right where you are supposed to be? Yeah me neither. And if you did, kudos. My first stork… Continue reading The Sweet Spot of Childhood
She twirls around the front yard with her face to the sky, hands out as far as they will stretch, wearing a smile as a bright as the sun. Her laughter bellows out of her like smoke from a burning building, finding its release before it boils over. Her joy, contagious to those spinning with… Continue reading My Daughter is Much More Than Just a Handful, I’m Sorry You Can’t See It.
I wasn’t a Girl Scout growing up. I asked to be, was told no, end of story. Fast forward a “few” years and I now have three girls that are in three different Girl Scout troops. When my oldest daughter was in Kindergarten, I had no idea what to expect when I signed her up,… Continue reading Why Girl Scouts is One of the Best Organizations for Girls.
Bleach is a monthly, if not weekly item on my grocery list. Don’t worry, all the natural lovely smelling essential oil mixes and blends poured into spray bottles that live on the shelves screaming at shoppers to be healthy and buy them too, make their way into my cart as well. My house is clean… Continue reading Why the Dining Room Table is the Center of our Home – Even Though we don’t Eat There.
May, in our home, has officially been named the “Month of Too Much”. End of the school year projects and parties, field days, muffins for mom and author’s tea, last minute summer camp sign ups and teacher conferences, all while winding down a busy work schedule to accommodate the impending months of popsicles, swim team,… Continue reading Why Elementary School Teachers are May’s Real Heroes.
Raising my son as an athlete is a no brainer. The kid jumped out of the jogging stroller one day when he was 4 years old and ran two miles alongside me. No, I’m not kidding. The child has the endurance of an ultrarunner and the iron will of an Olympic swimmer. He will do… Continue reading Why I am Raising my Daughters to be Athletes.
