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3 Places I Find Girl-Power Inspiration

In this all-girl household, I am ALL about empowering women. All women… Myself… And these mini-women!     One thing I love about being a girl-Mommy is that I am not allowed to be lazy on personal growth in the girl-power department.  I mean, sure, I'm technically allowed to do whatever the heckity-heck I want. But I don't roll that way. So even on days when I might want to be self-deprecating towards MYSELF, I find those hateful vibes get choked out a little faster because I am very rarely without these two monkeys watching my every move. I am glad that I don't have the luxury to give up. I'm glad that I feel the pressure... that there are two very adorable reasons not to give in to those awful messages. I'm glad that they will think of their Momma as strong as hell, and their biggest cheerleader. They'll probably even roll their eyes about it, because I'll probably overdo it... it's just my way ;-) Anyways when I’m feeling low on the

Kids in the Kitchen | Avocado Chicken Salad

Optimistic Mom-myth: when kids help you cook, they are more invested in the food and they are more likely to adventurously try said food. Parenting reality: not in this case.      What made my kids hate the wonderful, delicious, avocado so much? Why can't I convince them to love the heavenly combination of avocado, lime, and cilantro? Why do they call guacamole "that yucky green stuff we don't like?" Why? Why? WHY?     Well I'm nothing if not stubborn and eternally optimistic. But when it comes to avocados I'm mostly stubborn. Cause by george these girls have GOT to grow up to love Tex-Mex as much as meeeeee! Anyways I tried (again) an old recipe and this time I tried to entice them to make it with me to see if that would help them feel more invested in, I don't know, actually eating it. Spoiler alert: it didn't help. Not this time anyways. But that's okay, I'm sure you guys can still appreciate this simple summery

Yoga Journey | Slow Down and Be Okay

In a lot of ways, I feel like I've taken some serious steps back in my yoga journey. But in the interest of full disclosure, I've taken even more staggering steps back in my personal life. The transition to single parenthood took a lot out of me. Kind of knocked me on my butt for about 18 months to be honest. The end of a marriage is a sad sad thing. I'm no longer depressed and I'm starting to get my sparkle back, but there are still a lot of really hard days.     So it's no wonder my body has suffered as well. I am less bendy than I was three years ago. Less limber. Less strong. WAY less strong. I am tight in ways I used to be flexible. I am tense where I need to breathe. My mind is racing when it needs to meditate. Lessons on the mat, as I have always found in my 5 years practicing yoga, are also essential lessons for my life.     Lately I have had to embrace almost a complete slowing down in my yoga practice. I am

Market Street Construction Photo Op

I might be too late to enter these photos into Urban Corning’s contest  but I was inspired by Sean’s thoughts and I wanted to share my pictures anyways! Sometimes we forget that there’s a certain beauty, or at least something interesting, in everything… even the smelly, loud, inconvenient things like construction.     Three cheers for how quickly the Market Street repaving project happened! But while the street was closed, it was definitely an interesting experience. And I appreciate Urban Corning’s push to get out there and appreciate the unique chance to explore Corning in a different way!     I even had a couple chances to wander the empty streets at night with friends (and kiddos) and I hope that the memory of racing their friends up and down the street outside of Dippity Do Dahs stays with them. It was kind of fun that one of the busiest streets in Corning turned into a little bit of a

Read Good Books

My favorite book quote EVER is from Mark Twain - The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them. So so so good. I feel like Mark is giving me the "shame on you" side eye if I'm not pushing myself to carve out time to read.     When I haven't been reading I feel the lack. I feel it in my bones. It's like there's an itch in my brain that needs to be scratched. I need the new thoughts, the rich sentences, I need the fuel for my own creativity.     I need to learn and grow. When I'm not reading it's almost like my health suffers in similar ways to when I'm not taking care of myself physically... I am a very sensitive person who finds it almost impossible to maintain balance in life! But I do need to stay hydrated. I do need to get adequate sleep, even if that means maintaining my unapologetic title of "professional power napper." I need to talk to my friends. I need to eat nourishing food. I need to