There was a sunny little girl who didn’t know anyone as a stranger. She loved to smile and make others smile. The dimples in her cheeks were always showing, because laughter came easily to her. Then some things happened that weren’t so funny, or nice. There were unkind words at the hands of an adult whom she loved.…
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They Sold the Farm. Part of Our Hearts Went With It.
To get to my grandparents’ farm, you had to turn down an old country road that stood on the outskirts of town and drive down it for a couple of miles. From there, you would come to a fork in the road, and your options were to either continue on the paved road, or turn left and take a…
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Beat Your Triggers (Half-Assed Minimalist Series)
This is part of my Half-Assed Minimalism series, in which I share tips that have helped me curb my shopping addiction. I believe in not being bossy or preachy, but rather giving people the tools to take small steps to improve their lives. I hope you will join me, and be inspired to find your own ways of embracing…
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I’m Adopted, but My Mom is Still My “Real” Mom
I was in my late teens or early 20’s and spending the night with a friend. My mom and I had gotten into an argument—-not uncommon in those days—-and I was venting. My friend, perhaps in an attempt to make me feel better, said soothingly, “Well, it isn’t like she’s your real mom anyway.” The remark left me feeling…
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My Life as a Half-Assed Minimalist (No-Buy Year Attempt)
“Babe”, I announced to my husband, Mike, as he sat on the couch, “this no-buy year is proving to be a wash.” I had gone into it with the best of intentions last fall. I was inspired and riding the high of the minimalism blogs and podcasts I follow. This would be the answer! I would clean out every…
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Coffee, Tea, and Thee
A debate that has often perplexed me Is the choosing of coffee OR tea You must pick one or the other, they cry You cannot enjoy both, surely you lie For coffee is the drink of the do-ers and getters Tea is the choice for the scholars or betters And as if this wasn’t already enough There’s endless varieties…
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A Quick Note
I changed the settings, so you no longer are required to enter an email when you leave a comment. I would love it if some (or all) of you let me know what you think of my posts! -S
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Vincent
I remember the first time I saw one of your paintings in person. I remember my pulse racing fast in my breast and slow in my ears and I was standing there trying not to cry, because how could I ever explain to anyone around me that my heart was somehow being broken and knitted back together at the…
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How to Curate a Capsule Jewelry Wardrobe
As someone who knows all too well how easy it is to fall into the consumerism that plagues our society, I admit I have not always made the best choices when it comes to my purchases. When I embarked on my “moderate minimalist” journey, one of the first things I cleaned out was my collection of cheap jewelry. I…
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Why I Do and Don’t Regret Leaving Social Media
There was a time when I was on all of it. I tweeted multiple times a day, uploaded the requisite selfies to Instagram, and spent way too long scrolling through my Facebook feed. I had felt for awhile that I was spending too much time on these mediums, but it reached a breaking point when I first got cheated…
