The week has flown by as waves of stress and anxiety swept over the house. I had to check to see if there was a full moon this week – I’m not a believer in all that woo woo, but given the emotional rollercoaster the kids were riding, it wouldn’t have surprised me. Instead, I’ve been dosing myself with calming essential oils, given that I’m still on this infernal diet and I can’t have a Tito’s and tonic after dinner. At least I smell lovely! It’s been a week of looking for things for which to be thankful. First and foremost, as many friends spent the week trapped at home with snow and…

My one word for this year is cultivate, and one of the things I’m hoping to cultivate is a deeper sense of gratitude, to be thankful in the little as such as the big. I’m hoping I have better luck with gratitude than I do with green plants. What I do with green plants is the opposite of that. RIP, every dieffenbachia I’ve ever owned.  Although, honestly, the only reason my kids are also still alive and kicking is because they make enough noise… But I digress. I may do that a lot here, because I have not been able to corral my thoughts particularly well over the past few weeks. I’ve…