Why My Last Post Was a Total Sham

Why My Last Post Was a Total Sham

Last night’s post was fraudulent. At least, it felt that way as I finally posted it this morning. Writing about the happy moments spent with my toddler was actually very difficult. At that exact moment of my writing, he was standing next to me...

Day 13 | What’s So Meditative about Sand, Anyway?

Day 13 | What’s So Meditative about Sand, Anyway?

It’s everywhere: Sand. Just try keeping it in your kids’ sandbox, out of their hair or, God forbid, on the beach. Good luck with that! And when you’re dumping it out of your shoes after vacation or vacuuming it out of every crevice of the minivan...

Day 12 | Using Journaling to Get Intentional

Day 12 | Using Journaling to Get Intentional

Today’s mini-mindfulness tool is perhaps debatable as an actual means of getting mindful. It’s simply writing. Writing, in my experience, is not a very Zen activity. It involves a lot of planning, projecting & thinking ahead, as well as a...

Day 11 | The Real Meditation Every Toddler Mom Must Try

Day 11 | The Real Meditation Every Toddler Mom Must Try

If you read my post yesterday about The One Meditation Every Toddler Mom Must Try, you know I’ve been bastardizing the Three Minute Breathing Space (3MBS) meditation for more than a decade. I have honestly believed that I was introduced to...

Day 9 | When You Want to Be Mindful, Hug it Out

Day 9 | When You Want to Be Mindful, Hug it Out

It’s Day 9, the second week of my 60-Day Journey through Mini-Mindfulness—& so far, so good on meeting my goal of trying one new tool a day to attain at least one mindful moment every day for two months.

Day 8 | Let Me Teach You a Coaching Tool…

Day 8 | Let Me Teach You a Coaching Tool…

Over the last two weeks, I’ve been invited to speak at 2 different events aimed at busy women looking to de-stress. Each time, I took about 15 minutes to address the crowd, walking them through the dreaded fight-or-flight experience that stress...

Day 7 | What’s Cuter Than a Baby?

Day 7 | What’s Cuter Than a Baby?

My then-2-year old looked up at me with clear blue eyes behind long blond lashes & held out his chubby little hands in classic greedy-toddler fashion, opening & closing his little fists hurriedly. I was exhausted, hot, cranky &...

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