Monthly Archives: July 2010

I hadn’t even noticed That I seemed sad. Low. Cranky. But he did. “What’s wrong?” “What’s bothering you?” Nothing. Nothing is the matter. Nothing is wrong. Although nothing seems quite right. Just tired. Off. On the verge of tears. For … Continue reading →

I was in a wedding.  A bridesmaid I think.  Although I didn’t know the bride.  She was gorgeous, long flowing hair.  The type of gown you dream of having for a fairytale wedding.  The audience was faceless.  Rows upon rows … Continue reading →

I’m Becca. (You don’t really need to see my FACE do you?  Oh, ok, fine…) I’m a master overthinker, pro-question asker, and an obsessor of living in the moment. I am not anything so exciting.  You won’t weep or cheer … Continue reading →

I know, I know, I’m supposed to do these on Tuesdays but I’m material-less today so I’m lightening it up a bit around here with a special THURSDAY edition of “Am I the only one who…”. And today my focus is … Continue reading →

Do you remember that post I wrote on Fitting In?  The one where I tried to explain to Hannah that she shouldn’t care so much about doing the same things or looking the same as her friends?  The one where … Continue reading →

Hannah sat at the dinner table tonight quietly eating her salad and perogies. (Honestly, I could stop my blog post right there since this healthy, wellrounded dinner is a first and an event in itself…).  She appeared deep in thought. Staring … Continue reading →

I have this new swing.  It hangs from the ceiling of a small partially enclosed side entryway to my house.  Made of rope and fabric and two overstuffed pillows, it envelopes my body as if I’m wrapped in a cozy … Continue reading →

Twenty-eight years ago I spent my first summer at sleep-away camp. I will never forget that day. If I close my eyes I can still smell the pine needles that lined the sandy paths leading from one cabin to the … Continue reading →

Normally, walking from the kitchen into the family room to find sticky fingers, smeared face and used popsicle stick on the couch would annoy me.   Send me running for a wet towel. Make me mumble to myself that I … Continue reading →

So many of us wonder If we’re “good”moms. Scold too much. Are too tough. Give in too easily. Pick up our fallen children too quickly. We compare ourselves To books. To other moms. To our own moms. To the mom … Continue reading →