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The Moody Mortal

Moody home inspiration, living authentically, & embracing your weird

Parenthood is messy as fuck…and I feel weird about it

Life is busy, as you know. For all I talk about the beauty of living a slow and intentional life, I sure feel like I'm living with my pants around my ankles, swinging haplessly by one arm around an out of control twirl-a-whirl while trying to apply liquid eye-liner. Chaos. Utter chaos, I tell you. The other night, Abbey burst into my bedroom around 11:45. We had settled/tucked-in the kids hours before. Though it took four attempts before the girls seemed ready to stay put for the night. She ... VIEW POST

How to build compassion: chapter one

Compassion. Noun: a feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune, accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering. A strong desire to alleviate suffering -- compassion is one of the most beautiful of human potentials. It's a skill, a way of living that must be taught, modeled, shaped in a way that will impact the way a person sees the world, every single day. As a parent and an empath, I often think about how to do this in a way that will impact my own ... VIEW POST

Out of the mouths of babes & Oatmeal Cranberry cookies

CW: themes of death, childhood death, anxiety It's no secret I'm a night owl, always have been. There hasn't been a moment in my life when I've felt the natural pull to rest my weary head at a decent hour. My least favorite quote? "Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise." Dumb (okay, not dumb...maybe I'm just jealous?). Anyway, it was late one night a few weeks ago when I was lying in bed, sipping a glass of Pinot, reading Sir Arthur Conan Doyle when the ... VIEW POST

A day in the life: homeschool edition

How did we get here? Let's say ten-ish years ago, you told me I would be homeschooling five human children. Well, I would have spit my Mike's Hard Lemonade straight in your face (it's summertime and we're eating tacos on the porch, by the way. I politely hand you a towel to wipe your face because I'm nice like that.). Rewind to ten-ish (okay maybe 12)...(TWELVE?!?) years ago. I had one human child, was working as an elementary school counselor, and was, quite frankly, miserable. Do you ... VIEW POST

In the Trenches of Motherhood

Leaky Ceilings & All the Feelings "Mom!" "Mommy!" "Ma!" "Moooooom!" "Maamaaaaa!" "Muuuum!" I call it the "call of the wild" and it's a familiar sound around my home. It doesn't matter where I am, what day of the week it is, or what's going on at any given moment, odds are, someone needs me. Don't misunderstand me -- the neediness of my kids is something that is innately precious to me. But for the looooooove it can wear a person down, ya-know-what-I'm-sayin'? As a mom of five (I call ... VIEW POST