I’ve felt it more times than I can count—the pull to end a conversation prematurely, to back out of a get-together with friends, or to simply leave when I should stay. I’ve noticed lately that I’m almost always the…
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The other day a friend asked to see inside my closet. (Every closet in my house, actually.) 😉 She seemed… surprised (shocked?) that my whole wardrobe takes up about four horizontal feet. “You don’t have a dresser?” “Wait, where are all…
Like most women I know, I have a complicated relationship with sleep. There were the years when my husband (rightfully) accused me of being a sleep monster, because when you have a new baby in the house, no one—except…
It was midnight. My husband (the night owl between the two of us) heard my feet on our stairs and, before I even came into his sight, said— “Can’t sleep, huh?” “Nope,” I replied in frustration, heading (of course)…
Our unbusy years were beautiful. I mean, I was physically exhausted, like all moms of young kids are, but I was living in a way that felt right for me as a person and for our family as a whole,…
Krista O’Reilly-Davi-Digui, joyful living educator and writer of A Life In Progress. When my mom died, I was devastated. She was my safe space—the one person in the whole world with whom I felt completely safe and known. Her death…
A big welcome to Denaye Barahona of the Simple Families site and podcast. Do you ever wash the sheets? It was the question that started it all. One day while making the bed my husband casually asked me, “Do you…
Wishing a warm welcome to Anne McOmber of Simplicity Avenue! — Arms full with our toddler, diaper bag, and all the other loose ends from the truck, my husband quickly headed into the house with our kids. They were…
I knew I was right on the brink of saying something I’d regret. We’d been with our extended families for eight days straight. When you live 600 miles away, your visits tend to last long when they happen. And…
Day after day ended the exact same way: me, exhausted and longing to climb into bed… but instead walking around our apartment, gathering the random toys our kids had pulled out, played with for two seconds, and left in…