From the time I was a little, I always felt babies were special (being the oldest of seven children, I got lots of practice welcoming newborns into the world). I always believed they were much more than blobs growing into themselves (check…

I just returned from a weekend yoga retreat at the rustic, quiet Margaret Austin Retreat Center, two hours east of Austin. The weekend was led by two beautiful, gifted Vinyasa yoga teachers from Yoga Yoga (my yoga “home”). They did a wonderful…

This morning I could feel that familiar fall sensation rushing through my body of “too much to do.” Supporting my husband through his job search, helping my son with school activities and easing into 3rd grade, carving out time to connect…

My writing sabbatical has felt more like an intense juggling act than a peaceful respite. My husband is in the midst of a job search (and is working from home--my domain), my son is constantly begging for playdates, my staff--understandably--need…