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With the new archerfriendly upgrade we did last October, we instituted a yellow couch symbol to represent the “life” category on my blog. All of the articles that fall under this topic are considered to be something I’d talk to you about while we hung out on a comfy yellow… read more

I found myself lost during my freshmen year at Auburn University, in my dorm room, sitting at my computer, listening to “You Are So Good to Me” on repeat. The part I loved most about that song were the words, “You heal my broken heart.” I was diving into the waters… read more

My mom liked to say that the Coors Light Drinker taught me how to drive. If you count, “Get in the left lane, turn your blinker on … now turn left!”, as a driving lesson on Route 61, then I guess he taught me how to drive… to the liquor… read more

My mom raised me in the church. For most of my life, I grew up as a sheltered church girl who knew very little about alcohol, drugs, and sex. My mom took my sisters and I to church every Sunday, even though my step-dad never joined us. Looking back, I… read more

Read Part 1 here. “Will you take me to the Allentown Greyhound station?”, I asked my older sister who had keys to our family’s white Chrysler mini van. She didn’t need any convincing. I quickly threw as many clothes as I could fit in my large purple LL Bean duffle… read more

You could have stood anywhere in the four story house and you would know immediately whether or not the Coors Light Drinker and my mom were fighting. Quiet only occurred when they were not home, when they were sleeping, or to the soul grating voices of the Jerry Springer show… read more

Two weekends ago, I found this book at Goodwill called, “The Healing Home.” It caught my attention, and instant gratification is inexpensive at the thrift store. The book inspired me to write a post specifically geared towards creating a healing space in your home, as it’s a topic that has… read more

April is always a mixed bag of emotions for me. In the beginning of the month is Selah’s birthday, then later in the month, I have a birthday and so does The Wendy’s Eating Husband. The birthdays are pure joy but they come with a deep sadness playing like a… read more

I was shushed from sharing my story for too many years, and now I’m all about the sharing and not about the shushing. I like sharing my story with you because I want you to know me. I also want my story to speak of what can be overcome. Decades of… read more

For those that are new around here, I have two daughters. The first is Selah and the second is Re’uth. My mom and I were not on speaking terms when I gave birth to my first baby girl. I had hoped that by the time my second baby girl was due,… read more

This past Monday, I magically turned into a naturopathic doctor.  In other words, I graduated from naturopathic medical school at Bastyr University.  The picture above was snapped by the Wendy’s Eating Husband just seconds after Dr. Guiltinan gave me my doctoral hood.  Although my squooshed up face of joy is… read more

Finding food to eat in emergency situations can be very difficult.  In 2011, I made this sugar free peanut butter fudge for a Christmas Eve gathering with some Seattle friends.  Two days later, there was a deadly carbon monoxide accident at my mom’s house in Pennsylvania.  Fortunately, there was plenty… read more

Both of my babies have emotional themes to their labor process.  In the hours before Selah came into the world, I felt so desperately alone.  During Re’uth’s labor, I felt more loved than ever. Since this week is the four year mark of Selah’s birth, I have been remembering how… read more

When I think of elderberries, I’m reminded of Grandma Ruth.  I met her when I was 4.  I lost her when I was 16, not to death, but to divorce.  Her son was my step-dad. That makes her my ex-step-grandma.  I was disconnected from her for over 10 years, but… read more