I recently had the honor/pleasure/joy of presenting at this years American Adoption Congress Conference (AAC) here in Denver. Last Fall, I timidly submitted a proposal to share about the grief I've experienced as an adoptee. I was shocked to receive an email accepting my proposal the day after my moms funeral. It was wonderful news which I received … Continue reading 2016 American Adoption Congress Conference
Tag: Authenticity
Breathe In | Breathe Out
I wonder what your hopes, dreams, and plans are for the year that lies ahead... I wonder if you'll dare to dream beyond the comfort of familiarity and self imposed restraints... I hope you do...I hope I do too... But first, let us exhale the year we are leaving behind. Let us, collectively, breathe out the mistakes, sorrows, … Continue reading Breathe In | Breathe Out
Feet Firmly Planted on the Ground | Head Soaring in the Skies Above
I've been absent, and not only from the pages of Written. While I write nearly every day, I was in need of a small breather from blog writing and book writing. I needed to clear some space and reassess my intentions and purpose. A reexamination of intentions is always a good idea, in my opinion, and this … Continue reading Feet Firmly Planted on the Ground | Head Soaring in the Skies Above
Confessions of a Chubby Girl | No. 3 Organization Shmorganization
If you're not familiar with this series you can read Confession No. 1 here and Confession No. 2 here. Confession No. 3: While looking for any number of random items throughout my day I, inadvertently, find myself standing in front of an open refrigerator. Excuse me, your phone isn't in there, Resh, and neither is … Continue reading Confessions of a Chubby Girl | No. 3 Organization Shmorganization
The First Forty.
Since returning from Calcutta 40 days ago, I've spent hours upon hours writing. I've barely slept and I have the dark circles and serial yawning syndrome to prove it. My evening routine begins with cozy time with my little one; I'll read more books than we initially agreed upon and allow even more sips of water before finally … Continue reading The First Forty.
The Humble Hustle.
This vital reminder hangs above my desk; the space where I sit to write my book, blog and plan future chapters of my life. I absolutely LOVE it. Humility isn't something I've always embraced as wholly as I'd like to report; looking back it's embarrassingly absent. Kevin and I moved to Denver about 5 1/2 years ago and … Continue reading The Humble Hustle.
Bad Blogger…
It's true. I'm a bad blogger. Well, I'm a bad blogger as it pertains to frequency, anyway. I like to think the content you browse here is substantial but just few and far between enough as to leave you wanting more, right? I'm coming up on the 1 year anniversary of launching Written and it turns out I've averaged … Continue reading Bad Blogger…
Unpacking…
I'm terrible about unpacking after returning from a trip. Always have been. Terrible. Embarrassingly so. I've been home from Calcutta for about 2 weeks and this is an actual snapshot of the space where my suitcase, backpack and a pile of odds and ends have come to reside; hopefully not permanently. Albeit a small glimpse of the … Continue reading Unpacking…
Into My City…
I've found my time in Calcutta to be a far greater challenge than I could have anticipated. It's been peaceful and unsettling; fulfilling, revealing and shocking. My emotions have soared as high as pure delight and joy and have fallen as low as deep devastation leaving me increasingly distraught at times. There are moments of lightness but the … Continue reading Into My City…
The Denver International Airport, My Backside and other “Huger” things…
Rubina says a lot of odd and hysterical things these days. They tell me it's her age. Here's a portion of a conversation we had in the car last weekend... Rubina: I'm a little girl and you're a mommy. Me: That's right...what's the difference between little girls and mommies? Rubina: Little girls just play and dance … Continue reading The Denver International Airport, My Backside and other “Huger” things…
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