Like last year, I want to shine a little bit of light on all different sorts of love this February with a Love Letters miniseries. Every Friday I’m featuring posts about love from some fabulous guest bloggers—and they’re not the typical boy meets girl, cue fireworks kind of love story. These stories show that love comes in all different shapes and sizes—and all of them should be celebrated. Today’s post is from Robyna of Chasing His Sunshine and The Mummy and the Minx.
My boys are making valentines. There are red and pink confetti hearts strewn over the floor, having fallen from the kitchen table. Tiny bits of paper curled at the edges and trampled underfoot. Never to make their way to a card.
I gather a few up in my hand and for a short moment, before my boys call my attention back to them, I admire their fragile beauty. These little lost hearts remind me of the son who isn’t here. The one who will never proudly show me a card he has made. The one who will never send his own Valentine, or fall in love, or crash hard out of it. The son who died when he was just two weeks old. Continue reading
About an hour before the school bus rolls down the street every morning, if you listen very closely you can hear the collective groans and hair pulling of mothers everywhere as they try to fight their kids into presentable, weather appropriate outfits. Something that’s warm enough to ward off frostbite, yet pulled together enough to avoid implications of gross neglect.
If you don’t have kids or your kids are not quite old enough for an opinion on their personal style, trust me. The struggle is real.
Even my almost four-year old (who sometimes gets confused between shirts and dresses) is in on it. She likes to give me increasingly impossible hints as to the specific pieces she wants to pair together on a given day. Yesterday it was a dress with a dress (see also: sweater) over it, tights that were too small, and an additional sweater that I talked her out of. That was a good day. Today, I’m pretty sure she’s paying me back for being so agreeable by insisting on bright red pants and a lavender sweatshirt solely to injure my eyes.
And do not get me started on the eight year old. Let’s just say the girl is not intimidated by color or pattern. She slaps it all together in whatever way strikes her fancy on a particular day. She also doesn’t let me even think of doing anything with her hair.
Usually, after the Oscars I’m all about the dresses and a healthy dose of snark. And don’t get me wrong, I love both. But as my daughter inches closer and closer to tweendom and the dreaded middle school years and inevitable mean girls, making fun of other women’s looks seems more and more like what it actually is: stupid.
So instead of jumping on the fashion police bandwagon, I teamed up with Melissa Scrofani and Meredith Hayman—two of my favorite local beauty gurus—to celebrate our most loved looks of the night and show you how you can achieve them too.
First up, Melissa is talking about hair…
It’s book picking time!
Usually, I’m too busy wondering how book vote time snuck up on me so quickly to think of anything else. And don’t get me wrong, it totally snuck up on me. But I’m so excited to talk about The Girl on the Train that I don’t even care. It was so good!
Here’s to hoping March’s pick is just as fantastic!
I tried to change things up a little this month, so I have a couple of intense sounding picks, a romantic comedy and a memoir to choose from…
Like last year, I want to shine a little bit of light on all different sorts of love this February with a Love Letters miniseries. Every Friday I’m featuring posts about love from some fabulous guest bloggers—and they’re not the typical boy meets girl, cue fireworks kind of love story. These stories show that love comes in all different shapes and sizes—and all of them should be celebrated. Today’s post is from Ferg of Hapless and Hopeless.
There comes a time when we are all left stranded alone on the intersection of love and life, and you question why the hell you put yourself through so much pain just to experience love. I’m not just talking about the love shared with a partner, but familial relationships and friendships too. Love is multifaceted and penetrates all aspects of our daily lives. As such, we all come to these crossroads at some point and have many tough decisions to make.
The bottom line is love hurts… It really sucks sometimes. Whether it’s the pain of being dumped, having to walk away from a friendship, or even the death of a loved one, you begin to tell yourself that life would be so much simpler if we didn’t love at all. And boy would you be right! Continue reading