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SUFFER OR PURGE

Would you rather suffer or purge your life of what no longer serves you? Boom. Mic drop. Can you imagine what it would be like to remove or eradicate anything that does not make you feel good and feed your soul? This sounds like an obvious statement but do our actions reflect this, usually not. There are many moments in our life in which we decide to stay and subject ourselves to an environment that drains us of energy. Why? There is always a great excuse why.  Consider if you’ve said or thought the following: I am so lost in what to do with my life. I have to have this job or else I’m a failure. It used to be so good. If I wait, he/she will treat me like they used to when we first started dating. I know they’re addicted but we’ve been friends since I was little. I have to be there for him...

BUILDING BRIDGES: A STORY OF SISTERHOOD AND PARTNERSHIP TO CREATE QUEENIE WAHINE

I work with my sister. We have built an online community, Tribe of Daughters, and are releasing our first book this summer: Queenie Wahine: Little Surfer Girl. Cool, right? Two surfer-girl sisters inspiring the next generation of little girls to be adventurous and brave. It almost sounds too good to be true. Working with my sister elicits a lot of different comment from others. Everything from, “Ohhhh, how nice.” to “Hmmm, that must be hard.” to “Why? I’d kill my sister.” These have all been truths at some point this past year. But working with my sister hasn’t been quite like I thought it would be. It has been a series of mostly successes with a few hiccups and life lessons sprinkled in-between. Let me set the scene so you can have a context of how we came to work together. Last summer, I...

THE WOMAN I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD BE

It was a few hours past midnight and I couldn’t find anything open around the area where I parked my car – which was also my bed at that moment – so I went outside to find some place to hide for me to take a leak. Maybe it was the combination of the cold autumn night and not having anything to eat on that day, but I never felt so exposed to the outside world like that in all my life. I felt so bare, unprotected, and, the saddest thing is, so alone. Have you ever felt like your world as you know it went and crumbled to the ground in just a matter of seconds? Imagine everything you have, everything you worked so hard for, everything that is important to you – your whole world – taken away from you. I remember crying inside the car until the tears couldn’t ...

HOW TO RAISE A FEMINIST SON

The news cycle of this past year has been too difficult to navigate, as a woman but more importantly as a parent, especially one of a very aware pre-teen. I want my kids to be aware and informed of the world and to be active citizens as they grow into their teenage and adult years. But, I also want to protect them. Not all the news of the day is meant for kids’ ears. The line of what to tell them or let them know can be blurry. We now live in a 24-hour-a-day news feed, on TV, the internet, our phones. We have a president who tweets inappropriate things constantly and who has been caught on tape saying even more inappropriate things! Our kids hear that, even if it isn’t coming from us. They hear things at school or see headlines in the checkout line or the news on the radio before you...

CRACKED WINDSHIELDS

  There is a crack in the windshield. No doubt about that. It’s my grandma’s old station wagon. The one where we could pile ten kids and not flinch when the door opened and we all had to grab on to the unlucky cousin closest to the door before he falls out. A mortifying thought to the new standards of parenthood I am now beholden to, but I was a child and nothing appeared unusual. I was sitting in the honor seat, the front, wedged between my grandma and my cousin. My cousin being the oldest, and the one with the dead parents, would always hold the title of ruling grandkid so I always tried to be the best second place. She was the commander of radio and the wind-up crank on the window. I sat in the middle one eye to my grandma’s bright blue clip on earring and one eye watching my...

LESSONS FROM THE GARDEN: LETTING GO OF “GOOD” FOR THE BEST

  Sometimes God asks us to give up things in order for our attention to be fully on Him – to allow space for the work He is going to do in us, for the plans to unfold, and for our better good. We often settle for the weeds but mistake them as flowers. We cannot imagine anything better than the weed that is grown. In our eyes, that weed is a gorgeous flower and we think “This is it! How could it be any better?” However, this tunnel vision and way of thinking can cause us to settle for just ok. To settle for good enough. It comes to all areas of life – locations, jobs, relationships, situations. We cling to what we see and trick ourselves into believing that the “weed” is God’s best. But what happens when God says, “Sweet one, it is time to pull that weed up. Pull it up.” We look ...

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS WORK-LIFE BALANCE

  There is no such thing as work-life balance. There is only life balance. Seeing these two things as opposing forces is part of the problem. Ever feel like going to work is more of a break than being home? Part of the reason for this is that the working environment is a controlled structure in which most people, if not all, are working toward a common goal. The goal: making the company or organization successful or getting a paycheck. Hopefully, you do not have to ask your co-worker for a report you need three times before it gets to your desk, like you have to ask your children to pick up their shoes. This feeling of structure and control can lead you to being at work longer than you have to, or should be, because it’s easier in many ways. If this is the case, ask yourself, how can ...

PROUD MOMMY HAS AN EMPTY NEST

I’m a single over 45-year-old mom, I have raised 2 beautiful daughters, the oldest left home and went away to college at 17 to another state back in 2004, she’s an educated woman, very loving, fun, graceful, a homegirl who has many friends that rely on her opinions, she’s organized, high spirited, and a world traveler, my youngest daughter graduated high school last year in May of 2016 she’s loving, very smart, very nice young woman, caring, happy go lucky, deep thinker, very artistic and I’m still trying to fully figure her out (smile). We have all lived away from my hometown and away from our immediate family together in the same state the past 4 years so that baby girl could have some guidance from her big sister and they could bond while the youngest went to hig...

BITCHES GET OLD

Everyone needs a Mawmaw Lessie. A precious, chubby, short grandma that loves to cook and loves being a grandma. When you visit, you gain three pounds just walking by the kitchen. She hugs you tight when you walk in the door, and you never ever have a doubt of how much you’re loved and treasured when you leave. I had a Mawmaw Lessie for a little while, so I know what I’m talking about. But my other grandmother…. Well. She is the anti-Mawmaw Lessie. When I tell people that my grandmother is a bitch, people are always shocked. She’s a grandmother! How could she possibly be anything but sweet and cute? Short and wrinkled, filled with years of wisdom and advice, surely I must be wrong?! No, I assure you, I am not. People ask, “How can someone that’s a grandmother be a bitch?” ...

STAY SAFE ON SNOW DAYS

Snow Day. Two words that often mean freedom and fun in the dead of winter, with an agenda that includes building a snowman, sledding on neighborhood hills and playing outside with friends. Nine-year-old Zachary Allen went to a friend’s house to play on a snow day. Zachary and his two friends were sledding in the backyard and walked onto a retention pond near their homes in a Powell neighborhood. Despite previous conversations with his parents about not going near the pond, Zachary’s curiosity got them best of him and he followed the other children onto the ice where it appeared frozen. Tragically, he fell into the frigid water. Zachary was able tread water while he determined the best route out of the water and swim to the side of the pond. He also had the endurance and strength to swim 20...

INVISIBLE MOTHERHOOD

When you are no longer pregnant, the world gets scarier. Grocery stores become your temple to cry in, As strangers walk by with empathy in their eyes unknowingly, why.   Your body will no longer be the center of a miracle, It will become a warzone. A reminder that love was once made here, That society wants to claim it for its own, Adjusting it accordingly. It will never hold this same experience.   When you are no longer pregnant, You will question your God more than you thank Him. You will feel ill prepared for the battle he has just sent you in. Begging for him to take it all back.   When you are no longer pregnant, You change. You will cry for the things that once scared you, Because now this seems scarier.   There will be no more massages, Gentle “we can do this,” ...

MOTHER KNOWS BEST

Seven months ago, I got into a severe car accident that seemed like it should have ended my life, but I walked out with merely a scratch from the glass on my left index finger. I couldn’t believe that it happened, much less that I was barely harmed. I spent six hours in the hospital crying and cracking sadistic jokes to myself in a continuous cycle until I finally got to leave at 2 A.M. That night, I realized just how short and precious life is. I was 21, worked full-time at a job I hated, and lived in a town I had no interest in. My boyfriend lived over 600 miles away and I still hadn’t finished my Bachelor’s degree. If I had died that afternoon, I would have never had the opportunity to really live, achieve my goals, or live my dreams. My boyfriend was coming to visit the next day, ironi...

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