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end of February, 2017. when I first looked at these photos, all I could think of was memories in motion. so that is what I will call this series. this day, I asked her to put on a pretty dress & go jump on the bed for me so that I could take some fun photos. she looked at me straight faced & said…
so, the past week has been hard. very hard. I’m not ready to write it down yet, hopefully soon. I am reflecting on the past. thinking of my children & all of the years I have spent giving every piece of myself to them. parenting is hard. we all make mistakes. we learn. we keep going. I can only hope that none of them ever…
why did I march in the Omaha edition of The Woman’s March On Washington? how can I put my answer down into words? the short answer is because… TRUTH MATTERS. WE MATTER. OUR FUTURE MATTERS. I made signs for the march all day that Saturday. I wanted them to convey everything I was feeling. I wanted to channel all of my sadness & frustration &…
you know that feeling, when you know you are dreaming, the best dream & you can feel yourself beginning to wake & you don’t want to have to leave this beautiful dream. you close your eyes real tight & try to will yourself back into that time & place of your dream. yep, that one. usually those dreams I am with people that are…
little bits & huge moments in our lives. sometimes I want to write it all down, other times all I can do is just try to keep up with life. looking back now, there are so many little & big moments missing from this blog, from the record of our daily lives. this space, it holds everything I hold close in my heart &…
here we are, already at the end of august. summer is such a fleeting, fast season. Jarred is living on his own, out of our house. Mikayla is back at school for her senior year. Sophia was the age to begin kindergarten this year but we decided to wait one more year & in the meantime I am home schooling her. so far, it…
a daughter is a gift. I have been editing pics from Mikayla’s 2016 prom & I cant help but feel, nostalgic. lucky. proud. pretty much, all the feels. I cant help but think that yes, a daughter is a gift. but, a daughter that comes to you through family. a daughter that becomes your daughter through marriage. a daughter you never knew you had…
conversations with my girl. at the park… her: do you like being a mommy? me: I love being a mommy Sophia. I love it. her: quiet. quiet. quiet…. but, do you like being my mommy? me: tears. quiet…. oh my word Sophia, I love being your mommy. I know that you were brought to me for a reason. I was supposed to be…
confessions of a co-sleeper… her first night before bed she was crying. she did not want me to leave her room. thru her tears she whispered “but, I will miss you” uhm. my heart melted & I almost scooped her up & brought her back to my bed but I stayed strong. I told her “Sophia, I have a secret for you & you…
do you ever get that feeling that you are in a rut? like, day by day you are going thru the motions but never truly digging in to it. anything. life. hurt. laughter. memories. yourself. your love. your children. your passion. your dreams. your desires. like life is there. it is waiting. it is staring you in the face & your not sure what…
The Sophia Chronicles 