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Assess, Ask and Act: How You Can Support Someone Through Loss and Transition
Assess, Ask, and Act: The three steps to successfully and sincerely helping a friend through loss and transition.
Is Sitting Still Becoming a Lost Art?
I don’t know if this is a product of age or motherhood…but I have become a stranger to the fine art of sitting still and doing nothing. It’s been years since I’ve been able to sit through a movie without stopping for some reason. The dog needs to go out, the dog needs to come in, a child is up for one-last-goodnight-kiss, a child is up for a second one-last-goodnight-kiss, changing out the laundry so that it will be done before I finally settle down to sleep, putting in another load because if I don’t I’ll have to wear my bathing suit the next day since I’m down to my last pair of clean underwear…. I burn more calories during a movie than most people do in a Zumba class. The “to-do” list seems
A Race Car in the Rockies: Take Your Kids on a Tour of the Furniture Row Racing Shop
You know, I think Colorado is an amazing place. Even though I’m not originally from the Mile High City, Denver is home to me and probably always will be. It’s a great place to live, play, work and…most of all…raise a family. Like most major cities we have great parks, a nice zoo, a huge variety of restaurants and plenty of recreational activities. The weather is amazing, the people are friendly and now we even have a cute quarterback. But we also have something that only one other city in the country has. A NASCAR team. As a parent, it’s pretty hard to avoid a child’s love of cars at some point. It
Disney World: The Magical Land of Forced Fun
I’ve seen many helpful blogs here in the Mile High Mamas about tips for getting the most out of your trip to Disney World. And I’m just going to be upfront about this right now: This is not one of them. But I’m betting that if you’re planning on making the trip any time this summer, it will be one that you think about while you’re there.
Treading Water in the Dating Pool
Not once in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be back in the dating pool in my 30s. If someone had predicted 5 years ago that I’d be looking for a new relationship I would have said there was a better chance that I’ll be trampled to death by elephants in my own home than contemplating my profile on Match.com. But that’s where I am. In the dating pool. The deep end.
