I’m really happy to be nominated for this award by the lovely Geraldine at https://adhdourfamilyjourney.wordpress.com Thank you so much. It’s such an honor when a fellow blogger picks you. I was drawn to her blog the minute I discovered it. I could immediately relate to her family’s experience with ADHD, and really love her writing…
Bologna
One of my favorite things about our visit to Bologna was how off the beaten path it was. It wasn’t too crowded for June, there was a cool breeze and the vibe was very relaxed. We took the Frecciarossa( fast train) from Florence’s SM Novella station on a Tuesday and got in around 10:30am after…
What was once, will be again
As I wade through an endless pile of travel photos from the past year, I’m struck by how apprehensive I feel about traveling anywhere, funny thing is I’m always looking to travel somewhere. It was exactly around this time last year that restaurant reservations were made, apartments were booked, and plane tickets were in my…
Sheltering Mindfully with Teen ADHD
Teens have no frame of reference when it comes to sheltering in place. These are strange times, life as we know it doesn’t exist. They definitely have an opinion about everything, along with the usual why, how long, must we? Some handle it, others not so much. How do you begin to explain mindful sheltering…
Thriving and Driving with ADHD
I recently shared that my oldest has been diagnosed with ADHD. It’s new to us. We’re learning something new everyday. When she was 6 months old, she was diagnosed with pretty serious food allergies, while simultaneously beginning a battle with weeping eczema. We didn’t go anywhere without an Epi pen or a travel case filled…
My teen and ADHD
I’ve missed writing and commenting. I’ve missed my community. Being away, collecting thoughts, teaching, keeping track of life, sometimes overwhelming, sometimes challenging, I’m quite spent. I find when life is full, my mind boxes things, sort of like being at the Container Store, I love that place – there’s something for everyone. If I could…
Chocolate
I consume copious amounts of chocolate; two kinds- dark and the very dark. I prefer bean to bar. I wish I was a journalist, a chocolate one. I could travel to conferences, sample bars from every land and write about it. My friend and I,( a fellow chocoholic) often talk about our chocolate shop. We…
Silent Mornings
When I run, I watch, I breathe, purposefully, mindfully, and everything seems to have an ease. It is a simple place, this trail, the grounding it gives me, the sun’s reflection on the water. And yet, it feels big. Bigger than me, my worries, my sadness. A place where nature takes over; birds, otters, owls,…
Anxiety in my house
Anxiety usually creeps into my house at night, when all are tired and moods have shifted. It surrounds us with a gloomy shroud, a fine mist of dread, ambivalence and upset, enough to make the strongest of minds find doubt and feel weak. We have experienced much of this in the past few months with…
I quote Saturdays -Solitude
`Solitude is that time of day when bursts of beauty so unimaginable, find you. Thoughts that feel bigger than you, have no power against that precious time where your truth can finally come out, where every breath is the simple awareness that you are alive and present. When I run, it is my time to…
2018 is here
It’s strange to see myself as a statistic on my blog. 2017 must have been a terrible year for I have not posted since July they say. That’s five months. I did have a wander around the world though, it brought us all great joy. Loved working on the post that followed with photos that…
Wandering the world – Girona, Catalunya
Girona, the city of four rivers with its peeling church bells and beautiful stone bridges, lies to the southwest of Barcelona, where visitors are invited to a historic center that is a stunning labyrinth of medieval corridors standing tall over the entire city. We visited on a warm day when the sky welcomed all of…
Barcelona
I’ve been away for so long, I feel if I have forgotten how to write. I’ve read some incredible books and have plenty of drafts, but I just couldn’t seem to write enough about them. I stopped and went back to reading, I’m hoping it will all come back to me. Wandering around the world…
I quote Saturdays – challenged
When I do not write, I feel challenged. As if i am off my axis. I’m happy to be posting just for today. Life is funny. It has an uncanny way of showing you how much time you waste. Over thinking, steeped in anxiety, path unclear and exhausted. When I am tired I step into…
Honoring Dr. King
Read today, read everyday. When you write, when your readers smile, when you teach, when little minds absorb. When you save lives, when you spare kindness, when you smile and say hello, we honor our activists. Send light to yourself, to all who need lifting, to the deepest of anxieties, to the hope that exists…
I Quote Saturdays – Light
Light seeps in when we least expect it. Into all those broken bits, it trickles. Into corners it settles. Lifting, smiling, gladdening. When we are broken, when we have lost, when we cannot fathom, light shines bright, with hope, with love and with spirit. A New Year embraced in other parts of the world. A…
I Quote Saturdays – together we shine
Waking up this morning, after a dinner conversation with friends last evening, my positive energy snapped. I looked out to embrace the sun shining brightly, seeping into the smallest crevices of my home, casting shadows on my floor, reminding me to dust. A gentle nudge of light often renews energy. As I warmed up to what…
I miss courtesy
I miss courtesy. I want it back. Courtesy knows how to accept insults and move beyond. It knows a simple handshake isn’t a nod to I like you or I loathe you, It is just a gesture of jolly good, let’s get on with it and see how we do. It seems to me when…
I Quote Saturdays – Women
As I watch election coverage reach a feverish high, I am reminded of how important my role is in making sure I raise my girls to be present, kind and unselfish in their attitudes, so the world takes on two more citizens that give to their community than take with a touch of entitlement. As…
Book Review – Longbourn By Jo Baker
Longbourn is all a flutter, Netherfield has a new master, a ball is to be had and the Bennet girls are beyond excited as they prepare to be at one of society’s most elegant events. Mrs Bennet who finds it insufferable that her daughters aren’t married, makes procuring a husband at this event her sole…
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child By J.K. Rowling, John Tiffany and Jack Thorne – A review ( no spoilers)
It arrived a week ago. The Cursed Child, the book with its magical properties. The one that was much awaited, about the boy who lived and the man who now struggles with that label. We got home from two hours of allergy testing, milk shakes and comic book shopping and watched it lie in my…
I quote Saturdays – Changing the world
Somewhere inside all of us… says Roald Dahl. Somewhere in all of us humans is the power to change how we perceive, how we act and most importantly how we accept. In the last few days we’ve watched in horror as unbidden, horrendous attacks on innocent lives have unfolded – Orlando, Istanbul and now Dhaka….
Book Review: After You by Jojo Moyes
Louisa Clarke is vulnerable. She’s survived, only barely. Lou’s survived love, loss, friendship and the judgement that came with her decision to love a man so much, she watched him leave her; physically and mentally. When I read Me Before You, Jojo Moyes heartbreaking novel about a paraplegic and his view of the world, I…
Book Review: Everyone Brave is Forgiven by Chris Cleave
Chris Cleave writes of war, relationships, jam making and blackberries with a natural ability to craft language into something so subliminal, this novel about World War II is an ode to the written word. It is my first time reading anything by Cleave. Little Bee and Incendiary are now on my TBR list. Cleave’s words…
I quote Saturdays – Tolerance and Light
Today, when Buddhists all over the world honor the Buddha and his message of benevolent love, compassion, light and non-violence, as they celebrate his birth and passing with lanterns and light, sitting, being, listening, I watch a tiny island in the Indian Ocean, my birthplace, struggle with devastating floods. I watch the incessant monsoon, our planet…
Meditating Mummy 
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