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About motherhood, self-maintenance (aka self-care), plus tools to cultivate a calm, connect with your Self, so that you can show up as the mom and woman you most want to be.
3 simple tips to help your kids (or you with anxiety)
“My son has anxiety and I want some tools to help him,” she said. Last night I had a chat with a previous Mindfulness student who reached out for help. She’s on a waitlist to see a counselor, in the meantime, she wanted to learn some Mindfulness tools and breathing...
3 simple tips to help your kids (or you with anxiety)
“My son has anxiety and I want some tools to help him,” she said. Last night I had a chat with a previous Mindfulness student who reached out for help. She’s on a waitlist to see a counselor, in the meantime, she wanted to learn some Mindfulness tools and breathing...
Easy self-love practice
Every night after stories I lay in bed with my son under the light of his owl nightlight and stroke his hair as we chat. We talk about nothing, his day, problems he's having, or anything he wants to talk about. My husband often calls this time, “honest time” because...
How counter facts can increase happiness and positivity
My mom was sending me non-stop despairing texts for days about how she has to sell her revenue property and how upset she is about it. She’s had a tenant there for the past 7 years with a big dog that has ruined the hardwood, the house needs to be updated, and she...
Good advice for making tough choices
Sometimes we are faced with impossible choices. The ones that bring us to our knees and make us wonder how we can ever find a “right” answer when it all feels hard and impossible. The sun was setting through the floor to ceiling windows blanketing my students in...
Hey, Magnus’s turned away from me at bedtime when I felt his body shudder with sobs. “You’re sad, aren’t you luv?” I say to him. He turned to face me, his face crumpling as his eyes welled up. “Yes, I miss Colby so much,” he says through sobs. Yesterday we experienced...
How to create refuge within
“Feet,” Sarah said, “I think feet are the most beautiful part of the body.” I gaped at her. Feet? Dirty stinky feet? My 7 year old mind could not grasp this as I stared bewildered at my best friend Bissy’s older sister. Sarah was 12, and already kind of quirky and...
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