• Old(er) pony, new tricks.

    *** We are in the thick of summer and though we have been having lots of fun, it also feels like we’ve been weaving around unavoidable chaos.  Summer has completely thrown off my momentum of self-care and I have no excuse other than my inability to focus when I don’t have a solid schedule.  Ivy’s summer break combined with a work trip then a small pleasure trip completely threw me off my path.  I haven’t worked out consistently and my eating habits have been on and off for weeks. I have gained back a few pounds and I’m starting to think I need to throw my scale out altogether –…

  • Show Me what you’re working with: Finally getting to know St. Louis after ten years.

    Every since I moved to the St. Louis area from Chicago ten years ago, I have struggled with feeling a connection. I don’t know if that is because my entire family remained in the Wisconsin/Illinois area or if my love for Chicago was (is) so deep that I stubbornly refused to mentally invest in any other area. Either way, to this day, I have never given Missouri a fair shake and I will be the first to admit it. Many people told me that once Ivy grew a little older and I became more involved in extracirricular activities, this town would start to feel more like home. Yes, my step-daughter…

  • Riding It Out: Helping my daughter find her confidence through horses

    I walked into a horse barn last night and the smell of my childhood wafted through the air, stung my eyes and filled my soul with the familiar… *** As a child growing up with a father who (still) is a large animal veterinarian, I can tell you stories. Girrrrls (and boys), I got stories. Like… I used to bring jarred horse fetuses to school for Show ‘N Tell. My dad would blow up latex surgical gloves like balloons for our birthdays. I watched my dad perform surgery on a tiger when the circus literally came to town. Yep, I got stories. I grew up with a certain level of…

  • Three things I stopped trying to control in favor of happiness.

    First off, I feel that I need to tell you that I advised my four-year-old she was going to get worms if she doesn’t wash her hands well enough after using the bathroom. I clearly did not think that through, because she is terrified of bugs and, therefore, it backfired on me big time.  She now pees with her eyes shut and won’t look at her underpants in case worms are present. She also nearly removes an entire layer of skin when she washes her hands. I can’t say it enough: Mother of the Year over here!   Anyway… I was recently talking with a new step-mom who is struggling…