Monday Musings {A Recovering Workaholic}

While driving back from a doula client meeting this Sunday, I sat ensconced in my own thoughts, Rachel Hollis' voice reading "Girl, Wash Your Face" aloud, and a heart that kept pointing fingers at back at myself. You see, Rachel discussed her own fears and failings and she bandied about the term "workaholic". She's "recovering"... Continue Reading →


What the heck do I do all day? {Cue weary laughter}

I seriously get this question all the time. So, "what do you do all day?!?" Especially in reference to running my small business, I receive blank stares in response when I say I need to set aside hours to "work." Yet, I appreciate this line of questioning, because I'm in the middle of processing what... Continue Reading →

A Story {Let’s start at the very beginning. A very good place to start.}

Maya Angelou said that "there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." Virginia Woolf pointed out that "if you don't tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people." Do we believe this? When a story grips us is it because something of real life touches something deep... Continue Reading →

Of a Slightly Different Flavor {But a rainbow of colors}

My fingers and cuticles are stained a deep pink from hours of manipulating beets. Washing. Scrubbing. Cooking. Peeling. Chopping. Pureeing. Testing. There may be spinach and/or fennel fronds in my teeth, and I'll be sure to check before heading out the door for an afternoon meeting. But my skin is clearing, my snacking includes a... Continue Reading →

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