Miscarriage, Grieving, and Back to School

Somewhere in the middle of June, a little life began to grow, and for the next eight weeks or so that child was mine to hold and carry. On August 23rd, at eleven and a half weeks along, only hours after our first doctor appointment, we had to make an emergency trip the hospital. We had lost our little baby to miscarriage, and I was hemorrhaging badly. It’s surreal how everything can change from one moment to the next. Around 3:00 that afternoon I was slowly waking up from a lovely afternoon nap. Fifteen minutes later I was texting my

And Baby Makes Six (Midlife Baby on Board)

Do not adjust your computer monitor, your eyes are not playing tricks on you. . .  Yes, people, we are indeed expecting another addition to the Oliver family next spring, God willing! Sometime next March our #MidlifeBaby will arrive and we will be starting the parenting journey all over again. Just in case you need a review of the facts:  Our 3 kids are 18, 15, and 12-will-be-13-when-the-baby-gets-here. We are celebrating our 20th anniversary in August. I’m celebrating my 40th birthday in September. My 18 year old will finish up her sophomore year of college this year, my 15 year

The One With All the Books

It’s been a very, very long time since I’ve taken the time to do a simple weekly wrap-up. This wrap-up is the one with all the books. It’s also the one where are finding our groove, chasing minimalism, and reading all-the-things. . . We took an early Christmas break back in December and started our school year back up on January 16th, when Catie’s college classes started back up again. I really enjoyed the family time we had during the first half of January, it was really nice. So now we just wrapped up our second week of school after

For the Mom Who Feels Depressed, Worn, & Weary

I hit a wall last week. Figuratively, I was pushing ahead, slogging through an overwhelming schedule, head down and leaning into the wind, when I ran head first into a wall and crashed. I needed rest, but life keeps moving forward so I had to get up and keep moving forward, too, dragging myself through the quicksand of my day. Sometimes it’s so hard to make yourself keep putting one foot in front of the other, because you are just. so. weary. Today I was talking with a friend about how I felt when I said, “I feel gray today. I

Thirty NEW Things About Me (Going “Old School Blogging”)

I’ve been working on the blog a lot for the past few weeks. I’ve cleaned up the side bar, I’ve updated pages, I’ve been cleaning up categories and working on SEO. It’s TEDIOUS. It’s also kind of depressing. It reminds me of “the old days” when blogging was more conversational, and I miss that. I find old “about me” posts and I realize how much has changed, or stayed the same, and I get nostalgic. Re-writing my “About Me” page made me realize that it’s even harder than it used to be. Maybe it’s the week-long head cold talking, but I

A Frog in a Pot: The True Story of 2016

“2016 was a hard year.” I saw that a lot at the beginning of this month, and I concur. It WAS hard. In many ways. I started the year off with depression that I fought and battled until mid-Summer. I added too much to my plate, and I added more and I added more, trying to do everything that I wanted to do and everything that needed to be done and everything that others wanted me to do for/with them. I was the frog in the pot, with the rising heat and pressure, not identifying the obvious problem staring me in