It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for…
A few weeks back we were invited by good friends to join them at their family’s chalet in the French Alps. Well, as another friend said when I told her, You never say no to the Alps. So we packed up our little seven month old and her not-so-little supplies (I guess we’re still trying to…
Three years ago, I chose one word for the first time, to guide me through my year – my first in Luxembourg – and help me live a better life. I chose Brave. I thought and wrote about courage so much that year (you can find all the bravery files here if you’re interested. I…
Full disclosure: this is a post about birth. So it includes details you may normally classify as “too much information”. Just saying… ** It’s a thing, in blogging world, to write up your birth story and share it with the world. I thought I would. I did so much preparation for Kaya’s birth. I read…
The thing I am discovering, through this practice of choosing one word – or rather, allowing one word to choose me – is that rarely does it turn out how I expected. That first year, when I chose Brave, I thought it was going to be about finding courage in a new country to make…
My dear sweet Kaya, Today you are six months old. I joke that we planned your arrival perfectly to be halfway to Christmas, but the reality is we’d been waiting and hoping for you for long enough that we didn’t really care what date you arrived. Today you were up early as usual, talking loudly…
