Paleo chocolate chip cookie recipe
Paleo chocolate chip cookie recipe
Looking back, I feel like my life lately is divided into before and after. That is, before I walked away from my "perfect" job, and after.
Jinx - a poem about bad luck. | mia-sutton.com
I'm announcing the 2018 Read the Rainbow Challenge. In this reading challenge, I'll be reading books each month of the year with covers that correspond to a color in the rainbow. For example, in January, I'll read only books that have red covers.
I want to share with you 10 things I've learned after 10 years of marriage. | mia-sutton.com
It just fascinates me that children who have the same genes and same upbringing can be so different.
I'm not sure who said, "Life is made up of the little moments", but it's true. Sometimes I expend too much energy on waiting for big things that I don't always give the little things the recognition they deserve.
I am IN LOVE with this book. I don't have enough amazing words to describe the impact it had on me. Every single page held some nugget of wisdom where I nodded my head along with it, or teared up, or smiled. If you have any interest in telling your own story - in whatever form that takes - you have to read this!
I won't be THAT mom - the parenting lesson I learned at the local pool. | mia-sutton.com
Finding Your Feet - or taking comfort in marriage amidst our busy lives. | mia-sutton.com
Here is my list of 5 excuses that should be universally accepted - no questions asked.
I wrote this poem last summer after the shooting in Orlando, but after the recent events in Charlottesville, it seems fitting to share it again here. Though, I relish the thought of never having to share it again nor have it be applicable to current life events.
My eyes don't lie
But you can't see what I don't say
With my shades of night
In a world where we're all so different, we should be celebrating what we all can bring to the table. Not being judge-y and trying to "one up" each other's experiences.
Butterflies in my stomach. Dressed to the nines. Waiting. Just waiting for him to pick me up. I've been thinking of him all day. Those big brown eyes. That adorable snaggle-toothed smile. Nobody has ever gotten under my skin this way before. Nobody has ever been able to pierce my armored shell of feigned indifference.
Summer. It's a time when people are outside, basking in the sunlight. Summer barbecues, pool parties, random games of touch-football. People socializing, laughing, having a good time. And then there's me, hating every minute of it and counting down the minutes until fall.
Do you remember the day
You showed your true colors
No one was around
Except your little dog watching
I love reading poetry. There's something so beautiful about the memories and emotions that are captured. I recently read "Poetry and Ponderings" by Diamante Lavendar, and while the memories and emotions were extremely difficult, they were still expressed so beautifully.
I keep looking at the blinking cursor. It's the gate keeper to the page beyond and I can't seem to get past it. Bribes, threats, sweet nothings whispered under my breath. And yet, there it blinks, seeming to mock me with its silent stare.
I love my kids more than anything on this planet. I don't want them to suffer and struggle, but sometimes that's life. And I can't tell them how and who to be. I have to remember that I'm there to give them the tools to be their own people. I can help and guide and hand them the chisel. But it's up to them to create their own masterpieces. But that mama bear struggle is hard.