I want Life to Be Simple

I want Life to Be Simple

I want life to be simple, 

beautiful

and undistracted.

A life full of family,

and of running,

(oh yes, the miles!)

and of coffee in the morning.


I want life to be simple,

beautiful

and with plenty of trees,

(and water!)

and of coffee in the afternoon.

Spent with family:

wife,

kids,

and our no-good dogs.


I want life to be simple,

beautiful,

not free of pain

but free of suffering.

(Do you know the difference?)


I want life to be simple,

beautiful,

full of faith

and of

grace. 

Mad Mommy

Mad Mommy

Some days relationships are incredibly easy. Everyone is getting along and in a calm state of mind putting out positive energy into the world. But there are days and moments when tension is high, and relationships are hard and messy. READ MORE

It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

The afternoon started as most do, I walked into the house and within one minute of Remi seeing me he was crying, and Sofia was asking me to play. I rushed to put my work bags down, say a quick hello to Joshua, and get the pumped breast milk in the refrigerator. I picked Remi up and began talking to Sofia. After a few minutes of sharing about our day, she was ready to play.
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Take a Deep Breath, Mom.

Take a Deep Breath, Mom.

Last night after our two bedtime stories, I sat in the rocking chair holding Remi like I always do waiting for Sofia to fall asleep. Some nights she falls asleep in five minutes but other nights, like last night, it takes her over thirty minutes. I could have left soon after the stories, but I decided when she was younger that I would stay with her until she fell asleep. It helps comfort her having one of us there, and it allows me to have some quite time with her. If the process is particularly long, I let her know that I will be going out and that I will come back in to check on her. She rarely objects.

There we were, in the dark room listening to Angel by Jack Johnson playing quietly in the background. My right leg beginning to feel numb from holding Remi while Sofia attempted to start conversations every five minutes. The first few times I didn’t mind and responded with, “yes, baby… (paused to listen) …okay. It’s time to go to sleep”. But by the sixth or seventh time of her calling out my patience was wearing thin. READ MORE

Middle Class

Middle Class

It’s the end of the year and most of us are looking forward to a new year and a new start. Many of us will set new goals, choose new mantras, and hope for change from the previous year. Whether 2018 proved to be a good or bad year for you, many of us anticipate the opportunity to reset and say goodbye to things we no longer want to be bound to. While I haven’t set goals in several years I do spend time reflecting on the previous year and thinking about how I want to grow as a person in the year to come. Often I’ll also choose a new word I hope to embody in the following year.

This post has little to do with the New Year and new goals. What I do hope to share is a simple truth for our family and many families that often comes with too much shame to even talk about: the life and struggles of being middle class. READ MORE