Why Pinterest?

Why Pinterest? For crafters: to create. For foodies: to find. For travelers: to dream. For procrastinators: to ponder. For type A’s: to organize. For (most) men: to gloriously roll their eyes. Granted, Pinterest has its dark side, too. I’ve heard many a mom complain that Pinterest’s entire existence aims to disprove their worth with its mocking treasure trove … More Why Pinterest?

Love and Difference

How do we reconcile love and difference? It’s a question we all must confront at some point or other, whether as fellow citizens, friends, siblings, daughters, sons, spouses, or parents. Particularly as parents. How we face this question doesn’t just affect us. It sculpts those born to trust in our guidance, love, and example. As Jim Sinclair, … More Love and Difference

Free Seattle: Gasworks Park

Continuing with my “Free Seattle” series, this week we head to Gasworks Park: land of stark contrasts, kite flying, frolic-worthy hills, and 270-degree views. Perks: Free Lots of wind for kite flying Great view of Lake Union and downtown Some of the best picture-taking in the city What to Do:

DIY Dollhouse

Parents with young kids know: There will be stir-crazy days. And on those days, your child’s least favorite thing to play with will be all of their toys. That’s exactly what led to this DIY dollhouse. So, if your kid is clamoring for a dollhouse, but you don’t want to spend a lot of dough on something they’ll … More DIY Dollhouse

Birthday Song

I heard a song on the radio the other day and remembered singing it to Szaba during the wee morning hours when she was a baby. Now my “baby” is three, and though I’m not particularly a Bruno Mars fan, I still take this song’s message to heart. It’s up to me to keep Szaba believing she’s nothing … More Birthday Song

The Missing Guest

You’d think that the hardest time after losing someone would be the anniversary of the person’s death. Instead, it’s often a day of happiness and dreams fulfilled, a time when you feel the deceased should be there to witness something you know would’ve been so important to them. For me, it’s remembering my mother-in-law on … More The Missing Guest

Seeing Is Believing

The parade floated by. Bands bang-boomed. Dancers high stepped a twirling march. My toddler was in awe, clapping and toe-tapping with uninhibited glee. “March with me, Mumma!” she squealed, grabbing my hand with her tiny one, trying to pull me off the curb.