A money detox month for 2021, with a look back at what worked pre-pandemic, and what we can learn from the pandemic when it comes to becoming a low-buy/no-spender.
I wrote in late February of 2020 about doing a very self-educational month-long money detox month for March of last year. It felt fantastic to make a commitment. I really thought it out, got back in touch with the part of myself that needed a break from constant capitalism, and I got ready to get my spending under control. As a data nerd, I was also excited to see just how low I could go.
The March money detox kicked off with an awesome event — a naked lady party thrown by a friend. I had no idea how much…
As our organization continues to grow and advocate for high-quality content for kids and their families, we are thrilled to be adding new member shows that exemplify great education and entertainment.
Here’s a quick introduction to some of our newest Kids Listen member shows that you should get to know:
Dorktales Storytime Podcast
Already burned out on scheduling and planning; and feeling all of those New Year’s resolutions, intentions, hopes, and dreams crawl back into the shadows until late December? Creative inspiration can still come.
I have a confession to make. Ever since I wrote about schedules and daily planning, I have come to resent Ben Franklin and think his hallowed schedule completely obnoxious. In fact, I think journaling to-do lists made me sick this past week. Instead of feeling inspired by Benny’s morals-obsessed daily journaling, I started to think, “Oh go fuck yourself. Do I need to do good every goddamned day?” I consulted my Power Circle about to-do list illness, and I resentfully called him all kinds of unfair names.
For the record, I still do very much love my First grader’s schedule…
The joy of receiving unexpected art in the mail, especially now, could be doing more than you know.
My extreme burnout led me to 8 Monday nights in a tiny yoga studio that changed me forever.
Now, more than ever, I need the strength that comes from being still. COVID times are drawing out, and we are coming up on the one-year mark since the world changed forever. I am thinking about re-taking an MBSR (Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction) course via Zoom, soon. It’s hard to not want to revisit the best thing I ever did for myself.
“I see you! I see you there,”
was something my MBSR (Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction) teacher had passed on to us from her instructor when she became certified. Our teacher encouraged us, a rag-tag group of 7 total randos, to…
Rambling thoughts of a lifelong insomniac.
I’ve been padding around the house in the middle of the night as long as I can remember, and definitely as young as five.
I love the middle of the night. I love the crazed energy of a second wind — when everything is quiet. It feels OK to have heightened senses and chronic hypervigilance. I am alone, slipping in and out of silky shadows.
I hate waking early. Benjamin Franklin and all of the polymaths of all time can keep their early risings to themselves. …
Make this nourishing broth to heal and seal your gut.
Hi there! Are you over 40? Do you have weird gut stuff going on? Please talk to your doctor and make sure you can wait until after 50 to get a colonoscopy. I’m so glad I got one, because if I hadn’t, then I might not have made it to 50. And, because I have now had so many colonoscopies, and done so much research on how to best do it, I wrote a post about it:
And, because I have tried so many diets and modalities to heal my gut, I am also often asked what my favorite recipe…
After becoming mesmerized by the first clear sight of my sparkly silver roots under a skylight, I fell down the internet rabbit hole that is silver hair obsession.
I was holding my baby son and perusing the toys with him at Costco a few years ago when an old fart wandered by and yapped at us, “Ooooh! Looks like Gramma might get yooo sumpin’ special!” I turned to look over my shoulder before I realized he meant me, and just barely caught and stopped the “FUCK YOU!” as I pursed my lips into a tight smile instead. I huffed off and complained to my partner about it who laughed and laughed, blamed it on the baby robbing us of sleep, and then also said, “Well, you do have…
Our first National Youth Poet Laureate captured our hearts and gave us hope for our country’s future with the oration of her poem, “The Hill We Climb” at Joe Biden’s and Kamala Harris’ inauguration this morning.
“Where can we find light in this never-ending shade?” she asked.
Tears continued to well in my eyes as I watched my son take in the vision of Amanda Gorman reading her incredible poem this morning. I have never felt so great about keeping him from attending school. This was a better class for him than I imagined. For him to behold such beauty, the snippets of poetry we heard throughout the morning included not only her beautiful word strings but also, “Please stand if you are able.” And, “America’s story has always been written by…
I committed to posting every single day of January 2021, and I was afraid it would come to this!
My cup is nearly empty. I did not have time to write anything purposefully today. But, this month, that is not what my posts are about. This month my posts are about gratitude. This morning we watched two massive cranes arrive, and two men worked all day until the giant fallen tree was mostly gone! …
