• 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…

  • Kids these days.

    *** I lied about something. Well, it wasn’t really a lie. I just wasn’t clear. A few weeks ago, I wrote in a post that  “Eye rollers are the worst.'” I would like to clarify what I meant. Eye rollers who roll their eyes at other’s success or ambition are the worst.  All other eye-rollers can roll away with reckless abandon. I feel it’s important to address this, as I have been doing a ton of eye-rolling lately.  A ton.  And the reason? The reason is this: If I have to hear one more adult gripe (either in person or through some ridiculous meme on Facebook) about how “kids these days” are…

  • The good. The bad. The current situation.

    *** Ok, so. After my post yesterday, I felt really good. Scared, but good. Then, last night, I woke up at 1am, remembered what I wrote… and wanted to punch myself in the face. But, then, I woke up this morning and I felt positive again. There is something about the morning that always brings optimism no matter the situation. It’s almost as if the sun comes up and sprays glitter on everything. Or, it’s the coffee. It’s probably the coffee. So… I went to my dresser and with optimal enthusiasm, I grabbed my cutest sports bra and my most comfortable workout pants… (By the way, is there a new…