be still and smile

In my YouTube Channel this past week I discussed all the tools that have helped my family and I support our immune systems. One of the main ways we support our immune systems is with Apple Cider Vinegar and making bone broth, so I wanted to give you guys my recipe for that so you too can start making it from home. Bone Broth Good quality organic, grass-fed bones (a whole chicken, turkey—you can even go buy bones from whole foods) Add in the skin, cartilage and any juices from

I find it interesting that during certain times of our life we are forced to slow down. Forced to pause, forced to rest. As moms, we usually don’t allow us time to do that, we push through whatever it is that is trying to remind us we need to just stop. Whether that be exhaustion…from all the things… staying home with kids all day, juggling working and kids, getting up with a newborn, feeling under the weather, stress over family issues, work deadlines, the list goes on and o

Healing from anything is difficult and takes time. Regardless of that wound being physical, emotional or mental. With a battle of breast cancer, I have dealt with wounds in all three categories. Sometimes at the same time, sometimes at all different times. Some were expected, and some were unexpected. Dealing with wounds is similar to grief, and in many ways those wounds are grief. In grief there are several natural steps your body goes through to work out the wound. I have f

Our church is doing a special series on mental health called, The Unmentionables. The first one was last week and it was fantastic. I love that our pastor isn’t afraid to speak beyond the fluff, to core issues that our society deals with…even if they aren’t PC. Last week the focus was on depression, anxiety and suicide… it didn’t take long for tears to start streaming down my face during the sermon as he discussed the ins and outs of what anxiety and depression really are. Be

Sometimes I feel like a sheep being pushed and guided toward this mysterious light that gives a false sense of security. I look around and see everyone else walking in that direction, so I cautiously move forward. In the back of my head the lioness in me starts to roar, I stop… the masses behind me keep moving forward almost pushing me forward too. I move myself out of the herd, I stand on the outside watching this huge crowd in tunnel vision, just trusting what is ahead. My

In the immediate days after my mastectomy I didn’t truly accept what had happened to me. I treated the recovery as if I had the tonsillectomy that I had years ago. I welcomed the visitors, delicious bowls of pho, coffee and breakfast tacos. I embraced the snuggles on my bed watching the entire mini-series of Big Little Lies in one sitting, because let’s face it, as a mom of little kids I never get to sit down for long. I was thrilled with cozying up on the couch watching chee

When I started this life with cancer, I had no idea the mental and emotional toll it would take. It all seemed very physical to me at first. The first chemotherapy medicine I was given really knocked me off my feet physically, (not to mention balancing two little girls in the mix) and of course trying to understand that I had cancer was emotional. As my body started to feel better, I felt pretty good overall. Months went by and people would ask me how I was, and I always resp