Laurie and I came together for a conversation about her Becoming Abundance book. And BIG Love. And Teddy Bears. Below the PDF is the video!
check out the convo!Becoming Abundance, a conversation
Tag: codependence
Family Night, Shamly-Night, Who needs Family Night?
Barbara’s spinning the recliner chair, again? I wonder what happened?
Post-Dinner Bliss
It is Wednesday at 6:27 pm. My belly content from a healthy dinner. My body hitting relaxation mode as I exit a clean kitchen. Like it never happened is our new family motto for the kitchen. That’s how clean it needs to look after breakfast, second breakfast, hot lunch, snack, tea time, and dinner. It’s working pretty well.
I pause as Stacey, my wife, wraps a block of frozen something in a kitchen towel to thaw overnight. I turn off the light.
With devilish excitement in my voice, as if suggesting dessert for breakfast, “jammies?” Stacey gives me the nod of approval.
Ohhh! I wonder what Jammy family night will be?? Read on!Trapped with love: Our Corona Waiting Game
Covid Series 2 of 2. First story here!
Stacey and I get home from Covid testing.
Living room. Family meeting.Â
oh no! who’s in trouble now? Read more!Attack of the Teenage Quarantine
Jason and his wife came over for football. New friends, who live next door, love wine, AND can talk football with my wife? A PANDEMIC MIRACLE. So, we went all out….
(Covid Series 1 of 2. Second Story is HERE)
The Wednesday that wasn’t
I cozied into my found-on-the-curb-and-it’s-perfectly-fine-with-two-pillows-see? desk chair. ⅓ caff coffee on the candle warmer. Fairy lights twinkling in my Apple Knockers cider jug. My favorite daytime sweatpants, warm out of the dryer. It’s gonna be a great day.
that sounds lovely! I wonder what happens next? Read on!Engagement Series 3/3: Sponge Bathing, with love
Honestly, I just thought play meant sanitizing and rotating the kids’ toys. And you don’t care that I shave my toe knuckles or …
Engagement Series 1/3: How Can I Love You? Engagement Series 2/3: The Return of the Ring Engagement Series 3/3: Sponge Bathing, with love
6 Months after Proposal, duffle bag on the floor
Me: I’m sorry. You know I love you, right?
Stacey (wiping tears): It doesn’t feel like it.
Allllright, what did Heidi do now? And what does that have to do with sponge baths? read on!Engagement Series 2/3: The Return of the Ring
Engagement Series 1/3: How Can I Love You? Engagement Series 2/3: The Return of the Ring Engagement Series 3/3: Sponge Bathing, with love
If you like it, do you have to put a ring on it?
Me: I mean, yes. I’ll marry you. Someday. I love you. Truly, madly, deeply. You know.
Stacey (sheepishly): Yea, baby. I know.
Me: Can I see the ring?
will heidi put the ring on and (gasp!) become the ACCOMMODATING wife again? read on!You’re never alone, especially if you’re a corpse.
Quietly pumping iron can happen to you, too.
It was quiet as a library. The room was spacious with a low ceiling. It was all wood- smelling. More like a forest than a yoga studio – except for one window wall. It ushered in the only light. The light of dusk on a heavy, cloudy day that was never awake enough to wash the sleep out of its eyes.
I live so many of those days with my toddlers, in velour tracksuits with an unbrushed ponytail. If I hadn’t had 2 cups of coffee after dinner, it would also be lights-out for me.
Did Heidi fall asleep or break out the dumbbells in yoga class? continue reading!How I got to Thriving…
How did I get to a life where I’m THRIVING?
(SKIP TO THE PART where YOU can learn how to THRIVE!)
Well, there are treks through Swamps of Sadness, rides on uni-llama-corns, brave journeys into dark thorny brambles of the soul, and unexpected blessings of drunken poetry. There is no Prince Charming. There are ugly bathroom-stall cries, and times “I cried so hard, tears ran down my leg.” There are shame, isolation, migraines, hundreds of chocolate chip cookies, friends, angels, demons, bad haircuts, the miracle of life, and the miracle of a soul, finally, heard.
33 Years. That’s how long it took before I woke up. At that point, I had an oversized suburban house and a toddler for each leg. I had it all, and, yet, every day I woke up and felt old and crumpled, like at least 50. (which seemed old at the time, but, really, 50 is the new 40…)
what does this have to do with you? read on!
