Sharing is Caring: Surviving Infidelity

Sharing is Caring: Surviving Infidelity

  When I was six months pregnant with our first child, my husband had an emotional affair.   The people who needed to know at the time knew, and I was quiet not because of shame…but more out of desperation. I knew I needed to expend my energy seeking help from the only true source…

Lessons in Grief

Lessons in Grief

    All signs pointed to grief and embracing it this week. I could not escape it. Grieving was in usually cheerful Instagram stories, podcasts, and even on Disney Jr. (Fancy Nancy) for Pete’s sake. When a theme keeps popping up where it hasn’t before, it usually means I have something to learn.   And…

Moral Dessert

Moral Dessert

Lately, I have really been struggling with resentment. This is not a new default for me as I am an Enneagram 1 who is motivated to improve all the things and is real angsty and angry when others don’t get on the “Be better; do better” bandwagon.   I think it’s because I have believed…

Say Something…Nice

Say Something…Nice

  It is taking all of my self-restraint not to write about school starting, but that particular wound is much too fresh, so we’ll save that for another day. Lucky you! I think sometimes I come off as a mean girl. It might actually be my face. I have the Resting-You Know What-Face. Or it…

My Meet-cute on the Detasseling Bus: A Diabetic Love Story

My Meet-cute on the Detasseling Bus: A Diabetic Love Story

  Rom coms are famous for the meet-cute. Everyone loves it when Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks finally meet in Sleepless in Seattle and You’ve Got Mail. If they were in another movie together, I haven’t seen it, but I’m sure their meet-cute was precious. How a couple meets is often a story passed down…

Choosing Humble

I went for a two-miler last night after a long couple of early August days of professional development at work. Blowing off steam and trying to get my mind right. I never ever experience a runner’s high. I don’t actually believe it’s an actual thing. Much like Sasquatch, delicious low-fat cheese, and honest politicians. #fakenews.…

The Ides of August

The Ides of August

  Well, it is August. The month I lovingly refer to as “the dark days.” I have had roughly seven back-to-school nightmares already, and it is only August 4th if that gives you a little insight into my psyche right now.   There are a lot of reasons for this. Obviously, teaching is a demanding…

Sorry, Not Sorry

Sorry, Not Sorry

  Parenting is hard. Can I get an amen? This generation of kids faces so many threats on so many fronts that parenting and raising up children who are kind and present and strong while keeping them safe from cyberbullying and sex traffickers and people in our own country’s leadership feels like a never-ending game…

Surviving Every Stage of Postpartum

Surviving Every Stage of Postpartum

  I’m in that sweet spot where my babies sleep through the night and don’t have accidents, but I still have family and friends who are having these precious babies that I can snuggle and shop for and then give back. It is magical, but it has me thinking back to my own postpartum experiences.…

Hi, my name is Gretchen, and I’m a Type 1 Perfectionist

Hi, my name is Gretchen, and I’m a Type 1 Perfectionist

My fingernails look like they’ve been painted with a chair. Smudges and smears and outside the lines. Why? I am a perfectionist, so what’s the deal with my ratchet nails? One word: stillness. I hate being still. Thus, I NEVER wait for my nails to dry before I am off curling my hair or folding…