I’ve never been very good at being alone. The thought of spending an afternoon to myself sounds more like a punishment than a gift. So it was too easy to let myself get lost in motherhood and forget to take time for just me.

New years resolutions seem to have given way to the trendy “word of the year”. I kind of like the concept of a word to remind me of all that I am working toward instead of a looming resolution that makes me feel like I’m failing as soon as I begin. I chose the word NURTURE.

As a mother of three, the ever-growing mountain of laundry never seems to let up … always calling to me whenever I manage to find a moment to rest. I have come to resent the sorting, the inside-out socks, and the wet towels that failed to dry before being thrown into the tangle of fabric. […]