Between Us

From Mommy Blogger to Motherblogga

2012-11-05T17:04:07Z

Several years ago I dusted off my pen and became a Mommy blogger knowing deep inside that writing is what I am meant to do. Throughout my life when asked by others, I have always identifyed myself as a writer before all other superlatives even in my dry spells of not writing that often lasted for months or years at a time.

Writing has always helped me cope, laugh, cry, and express myself in ways that nothing else can. It has allowed me to communicate to others what would otherwise have been left unsaid.

I still carry around Letters from a Young Poet for inspiration wherever I go.

You other writers know what I speak of. You know the deepness inside that screams out and must be heard even if you think no one else is listening.

With writing as my muse and guide, as a new mom, I was able to greive the loss of my former self that no one tells you about, laugh at the insanity of being a parent, chronicle my life so I would remember the madness in hindsight and be able to laugh or gain insight about it, but most importantly, it gave me ONE thing I could do for myself, a creative outlet that I still felt was part of me between the feedings, the butt wipings, the screaming, the figuring out of food allergies, the changes in my relationships with all three families and many friends, and even though I did not understand it then, it taught me how to find my way out of my own Alice in Wonderland predicaments. And because of it, I have traveled to many amazing and interesting places.

I have written blogs and articles for local and national outlets, gained over 900 amazing followers on Twitter, won a few writing contests, and recenlty started the book I left behind in 1999 that I know I was born to tell.

All props to the mommy bloggers, you have made my laugh out loud, cry and have a breathren that I could turn to at all hours of the day or night. Sharing your stories of life, mommyhood, and mothehood travels kept me sane in the darkest times.

So, I wanted to take a minute to say that I am sorry to those who joined me early on in my journey, because I suddenly left the Mommy Blogging behind in 2011.

But one day, mommy blogging just did not feel right anymore.

I was not sure why I did it until now.

Now with a Kindergartener, I see that for the first 5 years most of us go a bit more internal and now with him in school, I must look more external and expand my few away from fully focusing on myself and family to look at the lessons we teach our kids and ourselves if we truly want this world to change.

Don't share your spiritual books with your husband, he will use them against you.

2011-12-03T19:07:00Z

Over the last few years, I have offered many book suggestions to my husband. Though I admit part of it was because of a passive aggressive gene that I inherited, mostly it was in good faith because I thought he might find some of them interesting.

Even so, I never really thought he was listening until last night.
Somehow– on his own accord – he decided to read a few chapters of Eckhart Tolle’s New Earth.   (I must for my own piece of mind say that I have been a ‘friend’ of Tolle’s since 2000, long before he was a glimmer in Oprah’s eye.)

Anyway, not only did he read it, but he even admitted that he enjoyed it.
I slept well knowing that it was assured that from now on, we could and would connect on a whole new level.

Upon waking, I began happily preparing breakfast for my two boys, morphing into Peggy Lee and cooking up the bacon (figuratively), and frying it up in a pan.    When I turned to see the laundry that my husband told me he would put away days ago staring me in the face, my mood did not waver.

I turned on some music, danced around picking up toys, and continued to make a brilliant fluffy omelet with home potatoes and still no Leo.

I called out for him, and even used the phone he bought so we could page each other in the house - perfect for these moments- nothing. I could tell that he was not on the phone and had finished his shower, so I knew that the only thing that could be holding him up was that he was looking at sailboat porn.

Ok, down girl, let it go.

As our breakfast grew cold, and I was doing my best to keep our son occupied to prevent a melt-down, I began wilting like the witch in the Wizard of Oz.

As Leo descended the stairs towards us, I tried with all of my might to channel June Cleaver, but somehow, Wanda, the sassy nag wife was just too strong, so when he reached the kitchen table and his first comment was to complain that the coffee tasted funny, I LOST IT large protruding neck veins and all.

He turned to me very measured and said, "I am not the source of your problem... that is your pain body talking.."

The voice inside my head said, “Girlfriend, don’t you dare laugh.” ….“Keep your straight face and hold it together.”

After a few blinks and my wit not fully functioning yet, I turned in silence to grab the jelly from the fridge. Suddenly Leo was dry humping me from behind. "I take responsibility for these actions."

I looked over to Isaac hoping he was busy chomping on his cheerios, but no luck, he had seen it, and started laughing and clapping.

Leo walked over and grabbed the book and read these words “Do you want peace or drama. . .?”

Isaac even looked at me to see what I was going to do.

Be careful what you wish for.

I’m just sayin.

One of the finest women I have had the pleasure to know.

2011-12-01T18:58:32Z

http://www.latimes.com/news/obituaries/la-me-judy-lewis-20111201,0,213916.story?track=rss#tugs_story_display

Judy was one of the finest women I have ever known. She worked through her pain and transformed her challenges into insightful gifts for so many people working to find their voice and place in this world. She was a trailblazer, and one of the kindest and wisest souls I have ever met. She will be missed and her story will continue to inspire many others to find their truth.

Project Runway

2011-10-06T21:22:00Z

My son is obsessed with Project Runway.

"Why are there no boy models, mama?"

I should have known something was coming and hidden the scissors.

Oh well, he made it work.

Blue Star Connection

2011-08-01T14:40:00Z

I have been working with the local Blues Foundation helping to update their site and help their cause -

Blue Star Connection. They bring music to terminally ill children and it is a wonderful thing to be involved with.

Look at who I had coffee with this morning.

2010-12-25T00:54:24Z

It is official, my husband is a Redneck

2010-10-01T17:00:00Z

Ok, so the pick up truck apparently was not enough, now my husband is obsessed with guns, a new hobby that definitely does not thrill me.

Every spare minute he is online looking for a new metal friend, I guess it is better than a porn addiction, but still guns make me nervous and I am even anti-gun toys for my son.

Mind you, my husband is pretty safety conscious, but as a 13 year old with his first starters gun, there was an accident while he looked into the starter of the gun wondering why it was not working, of which I will spare you the details aside from saying it landed him in a Russian hospital with very creative doctors helping to repair his eye.

So again, no nasty emails please from my NRA friends, it is not for no reason that I have cause for concern.

Upon coming home from work today, awaiting me on the fridge was his shooting range target, which I have to say was fairly accurate shooting, and as I turned he was running down the stairs beaming with pride like a little boy. Knowing he is my first son in many ways, I did not want to disuade him right away, so I praised him much like I do with my toddler, and cooked him a nice meal for positive re-enforcement.

But then, dear friends upon seeing his photos recapping the day, I must share them with you and ask:

Is this someone who should be firing a gun?

Or a new Redneck J.Crew ad campaign?

New Year

2010-09-18T15:54:00Z

Four generations of my family on our boat in the middle of the lake as Kol Nidre played, we lit sparklers to symbolize regeneration, wisdom and change in ourselves for the New Year.

It was truly magic.

You can do anything. . . almost

2010-08-21T18:41:28Z

I love having a three year old. They are so full of energy, questions, and emotion.

They believe that they can do or be anything. I wonder what age I was when I forgot that.

When we go on a hike, my son points to the 14'ers and says- "I am going to climb that one day mommy." When we go camping on our boat, he says, "I am going to sail far away by myself some day."

It is a great reminder that at any age, you can aspire to do many things. Unfortunately, I am pretty sure that becoming a professional basketball player is in his future. But, hey, that is ok, crossing some things off the list is just as important.

Gardening is so punk rock.

2010-08-14T01:14:00Z

Gardening is so punk rock, and teaching your children how to grow their own food and where is actually comes from can change the world.

Tomatoes

Strawberries

Squash