I wanted to check in from a little slice of heaven. We gave the boys a little treat and brought them for a ski getaway. So far, so perfect. Lots of stories, lots of lessons.
I’ll be back next week, but here is our family enjoying Beaver Creek.
I wanted to check in from a little slice of heaven. We gave the boys a little treat and brought them for a ski getaway. So far, so perfect. Lots of stories, lots of lessons.
I’ll be back next week, but here is our family enjoying Beaver Creek.
It’s that time of year again- next week, my boys have their February school winter break, and that means full-blown family time. And because family comes first before all else, I’ll be taking a blogging break for a week and giving my kids my undivided love, attention and energy.
I AM known to check in once or twice, so, check back if you will, will ya?
I’m a sap. I’m a sucker. I’m a hopeless romantic. Yup. I’m all those things when it comes to love and Valentine’s Day. After almost TWENTY YEARS with with my man, (wow I feel old), even on the days I contemplate murder, I can honestly say, we always make the time for passion in our marriage. But even couples in love need to change things up sometimes. Need a little spice. Need a little help to keep the plug sparked and charged.
If you follow this blog, you know that I take the weekends off to rest my head in order to come back refueled for the week with fresh content. But I had to acknowledge the death of one of my music idols, Whitney Houston. The year was 1986 when my parents took me to see Whitney Houston. It was the second concert I had ever attended (second to Michael Jackson). We sat second row center. I remember it like yesterday. When Whitney threw me some of her autographed photos, I felt like the luckiest little girl in the world. I still have them today.
I used to think I had the life. I was a Fashion Director for a national magazine, had private drivers, hair and spa treatments that were paid for, a closet full of designer shoes, front row seats to New York’s Fashion Week, celebrity filled parties and a pay check to match.
But, although from the outside my life seemed exciting and glamorous, it was filled with anxiety, stress, sleepless nights, and a constant need to prove myself to a group of people I cared little about. I knew deep down that this was not the path I was put on this earth to travel and I continually lived in angst trying to figure it all out.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ….
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own even if she never wants
to or needs to…
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ….
something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her
dreams wants to see her in an hour…
I love Madonna. I have loved Madonna from the moment she burst onto the scene in fishnet stockings, too much hairspray and a bad die job.
If my Ipod playlist isn’t enough proof, frankly, I don’t know what it.
One of America’s favorite pastimes is gathering for the Super Bowl, which often involves a spread of unhealthy food options. But you know what? Spending time with your friends and cheering for your favorite team should not have to add to your waistline! Eating clean can be easy, even at parties. You just need the tips and tools, and I’m excited to share them here for Women On The Fence readers!
Someone asked the Dalai Lama what surpised him most about mankind. This was his answer.
When I first met the man who is now my husband and he told me that his work was counseling men with sexual addiction, I remember clearly the feeling of wanting to stick my fingers in my ears while loudly shouting “la-la-la-la.” That was quickly followed by the immediate conclusion that this man was not someone I would want to talk with ever again. But life as a jokester led me to want to get to know this man, even with a career that was initially oh-so-embarrassing to hear about. And it didn’t end there. I soon learned that not only did he counsel sex addicts; he was a recovering sex addict himself.
I help busy women (like you!) prioritize self-care so you can experience less stress, more calm and greater joy every day!
