Munich is…
Munich is empty hallways, basket clad bikes, and cobbled side streets. Munich is architecture and structure and history waiting to be understood. Munich is old doors that beg you to imagine what could be behind them. Munich is secret gardens tucked behind buildings. It's vine covered garden...
On Motherhood and Hydrotherapy
I walked timidly into the chiropractor's office. I don't like chiropractors. Allowing someone to grab my head and twist it until my neck pops like a roll of bubble wrap makes my stomach get all twisty. I know these people are trained, and I've never actually heard of a chiropractor twisting...
When Fighting the Good Fight is Hard
She walks out of the bathroom and looks at me imploringly, asking without saying a word, and knowing my answer without really having to be told. Hanging her head, she trudges to her room and pulls a rash guard on over her two piece bathing suit, then heads out to swim. This was our compromise....
4th Time’s a Charm. I know what I’m doing. Wait – No I Don’t
Yesterday, I looked down at my fourth born, who fell asleep on my chest about mid-way through the day because it was Mother's Day and she apparently wanted to do the sweetest thing she could possibly do to make sure she got the title FAVORITE CHILD (mission accomplished), and I breathed in her...
