twisted toes from the mixed up files of mrs. cmp

this mother’s day i admit to really struggling with parenting.i have the whole feeding thing down. we eat well. we garden, we spend time outdoors, we have a damn good connection to the earth. we still have a ways to go but i’m confident we’re on the right path. but if i could get through one day wit

my amelie. the sun was out today and it turned your cheeks a rosy red. it dusted your nose with cinnamon freckles and touched your hair with a beautiful golden color. i laughed at lunchtime, seeing your funny kefir mustache and i was happy to hear you ask for more soup. i watched as you ran freel

{really, how do i come back to this after so much time? i’m sorry for not writing, mainly sorry to myself, because i miss having the ability to say things without apology and in return receive your words of love and support. thank you for coming back.} This week through my school work I have

beautiful day for your second birthday, harper. you are turning two just days after we closed our restaurant, food matters. the realization that you will never even remember our little dream of a business is not lost on me. it is a painful fact that made the decision to close even harder. i think be

bad news? that's how i feel.good news? today means change.i had decided a while ago that after closing food matters i would make some changes. despite my general tendency to eat well, my life has become extremely toxic lately, particularly since announcing our closing to the public six weeks ago. an

so i can make this!

"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen."tomorrow (monday) i will be cheering my sister along as she and her husband welcome their second child, first boy, into their family. right now i cannot explain the excitement i have for them, and the excitement for