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My Resolutions So I’ll Remember Them


Creek Reflection by Boy Woww, 2018

The time for manic resolutions has passed, so I’m ready to look at what I want for the year. I don’t always make resolutions, but the past four years have been so tumultuous and transformative in that tear-you-apart-and-make-something-out-of-the-broken-pieces kind of way, that I am ready to tuck deep down into some reflection and look forward, a little bit at a time.


Start the day with a little prayer for unconditional love, seeking it for myself and giving it to others. I’m opinionated and can be abrasive. These things make it easy for me to act decisively and with confidence. They can be endearing, but also hurtful. So…unconditional love first for me (because if I can do it for myself then I can do it for others) and the things and people I love and encounter in the world.


Work toward getting stronger physically and emotionally. The years that I was pregnant with the Fairy Pig and she was an infant, one-year-old, and two-year-old have been the weakest-feeling of my life. I’ve been atrophied and exhausted. Sometimes thinking about exercise overwhelmed me. But I love to be outside and be active. Help!


Expand my freelance network, especially to include more talented women of color. I’m really proud that my freelance work is up and running… professional work was on the back-burner for six years. Now I want a rich network of bitches who are creative, thoughtful, and have great writing, web coding/design, or graphic design skills. Power is in community. If I know you, I’m coming for you. If I don’t know you, hit me up.


Get in bed before 10 p.m. and try to go to sleep at 10. Doomed to failure? All the other years say there’s no way she’ll do this!! I’m a night owl. The kids are all down by 8, but I want to do my personal writing, check in on Facebook and Instagram, snuggle up with my boo on the couch and watch mindless television, take a bath, and read a book, all before 10 p.m. My expectations are way too high, but if I don’t do all the things then life seems less fun, and when life seems gray I spiral into a depressive abyss. But maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to bed…

I like having these here as intentions. Failure is fine. But if I put them out in the universe, then maybe they’ll come back to me abundantly… who knows. I would love to hear an intention of yours, because it helps me grow.  

Welcome to a New Year, and Another Move

Happy 2012! We’ve been taking advantage of New Year’s resolutions and organizing the house.

This should have been done back in the spring when all that cleaning typically happens. But a top-to-bottom house organization project just isn’t that much fun. And two kids in diapers provide a pretty full-time distraction from closet-sorting.

But we just found out we have to move. Our landlords are moving back in to the cute little house we’ve been renting. That kind of news makes your heart sink. Because with two kids we’re just not as mobile, and we also want to establish ourselves without having to load the wagons and head to another frontier every year.

I was lying in bed pondering our fate when it occurred to me that my current mattress has lived in seven different bedrooms since 2003. That’s a lot. And I would love for it to rest in the same location for a while.

The silver lining on this rain cloud is that we’ll get to try on a new house for size, we’ll meet some new people, and hopefully we’ll be right down the same block. Someday soon we’ll even get to settle in for a longer.

The blog is going to be a little more intermittent for the next few weeks as we pack up and move on. I love writing and interacting with friends, other writers, and wonderful followers, and I think 2012 is going to be a great year for Momsicle… starting in February. See you soon!