I sleep in utter and complete chaos. Every morning I wake up drenched with sweat, slightly claustrophobic, and curled into an impossibly small ball on my California King sized bed wedged in between my husband on my left, my eight year old son on the right and our one-hundred-thirty pound rescue dog who was thirty-five […] Read more…
January 2014 archive
Recommitting to Boom-Boom
I walked into my closet last week to find two pairs of my “sexy underwear” hanging at eye level over my bureau. And by sexy underwear I mean the pair someone either bought me twelve years ago when I was first married or that my husband buys on Valentines Day for me every other year […] Read more…
Slowing It Down For The Sake Of My Sons
My friend Susan doesn’t call me “Crazy Lady Nicole” without good reason. I am insane. I lead a jam packed existence and I like it that way. I thrive on challenge. I crave challenge at work, and the challenge of fitting in time with friends, family, community commitments, a body drenching work out, learning a new skill, meeting […] Read more…
The Power of a Good Old Fashioned Sob-Fest
I have two sons, ages eight and six. In my quest to raise them free of misogynistic tendencies I try to let them cry when they feel the need. The key word is “try” because sometimes I become impatient and tell them to quit crying like babies. I am after all, a mere mortal and occasionally […] Read more…