My happy place

There are so many places that make me happy…

My bed…snuggled up and tucked in-between far too many pillows and a warm husband.

Pretty much any poke bowl restaurant.

Wherever I am when I receive the tiniest of tiny pecks on my cheek from my littlest one.

Relaxing by my dad’s pool…getting splashed and listening to the squeals and giggles of happy children.

Christmas morning at the same house…too cold for the pool, but filled with the warmth of bacon and coffee, memories of Ginga and her famous Pletter.


But today it was the mountain trail that used to begin right outside my front door.  The trail that my feet have pounded up and down more times than I could count.  It’s been close to twenty years since I hiked up my old friend, but the landmarks were still there.

Purple and yellow blossoms singing the songs of spring

The view of my childhood

Skittish lizards running off to sun on other, less trampled on rocks

The sound of a tiny waterfall in the distance.


Someone made the trail much longer and steeper than it was when I was 25, but it was every bit as beautiful.

I made it up to the tiny river fed by a Southern California waterfall.

Where I could hear just enough water to make the lapping peaceful sounds that calm my soul.





Sometimes being on vacation just means

that I can finally return those (overdue) library books

have a silly lunch with the kids

get to water polo practice on time

and walk around Home Goods giggling and trying out bean bag chairs with a little one


feeling like I have to






My life in numbers: sick edition

1: Sore throat that feels a lot like what I remember strep throat feeling like.

2: Ginger orange shots that I took to help get rid of number 1.  There is something magical about these that almost always makes me feel better in a day or two.

3: Episodes of This is Us watched while snuggled under a blanket on the recliner.

4: People in my family (one husband, three kids) who all did their best to leave me alone all weekend so I could rest.

5:  Cups of ginger, turmeric, and black pepper tea that soothed my throat (see number 2- ginger is to me what spinach is to Popeye).

6:  (at least) the number of times I cried during This is Us.

7:  Times I lost my train of thought while talking because my brain felt like it had been replaced with old socks.

8: The number of actual old socks (all belonging to the kids) that are unmatched and lonely in the bottom of my laundry basket. Where do they put the other half of their socks????!!!!

9: Glasses of water found in various locations…I kept getting them, then losing them, then getting new ones…

10: Kisses and snuggles from a loving family who wish me well.