Last week was the first full week of summer, and if how quickly that week went by is any indication of how the summer is going to fly by, I'm not ready. I wrote that as I lay in bed before the start of camp drop-offs. I'm not one to get teary-eyed, but dropping the boys off at camp this week made me sad for the rhythm of this summer. I'm gonna have to work on my outlook and figure out how to best approach this summer's look. The prior week, we made it through the last days of

If you had told me a few years ago that I’d be booking a solo trip to the middle of the Atlantic, I would have laughed. Then I would have created a spreadsheet. Approaching 40 has brought a lot of 'heavy and light' reflections, but it has also brought the realization that choosing myself is a system worth investing in. Here is the literal 'cents and sense' of how I mapped out my Azores escape, even without my normal level of advanced planning. Let's map out the approach I tak

The Lead Up This Bingo card keeps coming into play as I write, and I am so glad I actually made it. What started as a New Year’s Eve craft with my boys has served as an anchor for my year. It’s a pulse-check for daily life. Sometimes I get so bogged down in the "daily grind" that I don’t reflect on what I’ve actually accomplished. I have a habit of raising the bar—stretching myself to grow but then getting upset because I don't feel like I'm where I thought I was "supposed to