As a mom I say NO. A lot. It’s part of the job. NO keeps my kids safe. NO separates right from wrong. NO keeps me sane. NO helps me mold rambunctious kids into polite adults. But lately I’ve been experimenting with something. It hit me that many times I said NO out of habit. Reflex. I say NO without even considering saying YES. When my kids were tiny, NO was…
I’m two months into my first capsule wardrobe, and many of you have asked me how it’s going, so I thought I would write a little update. First of all, I love having a capsule wardrobe. Walking into my closet and getting dressed is easier than it’s ever been. I know everything fits, I know everything mixes and matches, and it’s all my style. What I didn’t anticipate was how…
We finished up our first year of homeschooling this week, and guess what? We all survived. Leila is reading like a champ, Joe is killing it in math, both kids still have their social skills intact (ahem), and I have learned to lighten up. Way up, in fact. My computer was screaming at me this week (Low disk space! Clean out your hard drive!), so I went searching for files…
Because it’s Celiac Awareness Month, and because I just ate the last 5 meals at their house, I thought I would share this old post written by my parents. To say I have supportive parents would be an understatement. The older I get, the more thanks I give for the love, loyalty, and encouragement they show me every day. I asked them to write a guest post about how they…
Welcome to the new & improved Inspired RD! I hope you like the new design. I thought it was time for something cleaner and more functional, and I am thrilled with the way it turned out. I’m incredibly thankful for the work my web designer from Altera Web put in to make my vision a reality. Make sure to give them a shout if you need a new look on…
In March, I posted about why a celiac should always ask about food at a restaurant, even if you have been there a million times. Things change, and your health is important. And if I was with you at a restaurant and I saw that you weren’t being taken seriously, I would have no problem speaking up for you. I would even get mad on your behalf. I might even…
My friends and I often talk about how thankful we are that we didn’t grow up in the age of social media. We were bullied at school, but not by thousands of faceless internet people at a time. We made mistakes, but those mistakes didn’t show up on everyone’s news feed. We were the Oregon Trail Generation, lucky to maybe have a pager in high school or a car phone…