The “Kitchen Island” Dream

Growing up, my brother and I would sit at the kitchen island a lot. We’d sit there as we ate a rushed breakfast on school days. We’d huddle there together on snowy winter mornings watching the local school closings one by one, praying for a snow day. That kitchen island stool was the first place…

Let’s Celebrate the Mess, Together.

A few months ago, I celebrated four years of motherhood. I am blown away by that. I can’t accurately describe what a blur this has been. Happy. Messy. Hard. Emotional. Frustrating. Humbling. Funny. Exhausting. Beautiful. Motherhood gives you the sense you’ve been sprinting and standing still. It’s a merry-go-round of diapers and baths, meals and…