Sunday, June 11, 2017


Go outside.

Play outside, walk outside, exercise outside, relax outside, eat outside, and most importantly, breathe in the outdoors; do as much as you can in the sun or under shade.

Go barefoot.

Feel the earth against the soles of your feet. Get your feet dirty as often as possible. (It's nothing a good shower can't fix.)

Lay down on the grass and look up. Take a moment to really observe the sky above--the passing clouds, the birds flying by, the trail of vapors from an airplane. 

Do we ever really notice these things? Probably not often enough.

Study trees. 

Watch them move in the breeze. Go ahead and wrap your arms around one while you're at it.

I'm serious!

Humans and wildlife could never survive without the benefits we receive from trees and other plant life: Trees facilitate the production of breathable air, after all. 

The least we can do is show our appreciation with a hug.

Use your sense of smell.

All the barbecue, the elusive whiffs of bug spray, the fragrance of flowers, the traces of freshly cut grass, evening rain, and everything in between.

Buy something from the ice cream truck--and if it doesn't offer anything you like, buy something for a child.

Take a moment to sit on your front porch (or nearby curb) after the sun has gone down.

Just be there and take it all in with an open heart.

And then count your blessings that you're able to do all of the above.

But, wait, there's more.

Do copious amounts of the following:



Sing. And loudly. Especially with the windows down in the car.


Do all of this without thinking about it; it will come naturally if you let it.

Sunday, May 7, 2017 review & coupon code

Confession: I am pretty close to being blind.

And while I don't know how close I am to being legally blind, I can tell you this for certain: If I were behind the wheel without my corrective lenses, I am liable to mistake Niagara Falls as a tiny puddle--or my husband as Danny DeVito.

I'm not trying to be funny here: I NEED prescription lenses or contacts in order to see clearly.

If I venture beyond home turf, I wear my contact lenses 99.9% of the time.

But as soon as I return home, I pop those suckers out so fast, it would make your head spin. And then I slide on my eyeglasses

So I was pretty psyched when it appeared that The Eyeglasses Gods had decided to smile upon me in the form of an email from They told me to pick out a pair of frames and they'd send them to me -- with prescription lenses -- and they'd sweeten the deal even more by providing the readers of this blog with a discount code for 50% off eyeglasses and sunglasses with FREE lenses. 

This was a darn good deal, and seeing as though I was in dire need of a new pair of eyeglasses myself, I was like Heck, yeah! Let's do this.

Having partnered with this company before, I know what is all about, and if you haven't visited their site which arguably possesses the best selection of stylish and affordable eyeglasses online, then it's time you check them out. Oh, and their prescription sunglasses are awesome!

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The frames above are the same ones I'm wearing in the top photo; they're the Kalamazoo style in black. It's a style I keep coming back to again and again. What can I say? I like a strong, sturdy frame.

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Saturday, April 29, 2017


Like many moms of young school-aged children, I liken the act of rising and shining on weekday mornings to herding cats.

No, it's more like playing a game of wack-a-mole.

Wait, wait, wait. Scratch that. 

It's like juggling flaming chainsaws.

Yeah, that.

Because despite being a self-professed master of organization, something--some way, somehow--seems to slip between the cracks. 

I call these tiny earthquakes "fails".

But the small "wins"--the things that go well--make it all worth it.

Here's a glimpse into a recent weekday at Casa de Conover:

5:30 a.m.     My cell phone vibrates. It's time for morning yoga in my yoga den while everyone is still asleep and the house is quiet. I love this time! I crave this time. I press snooze. Four times. (I really need to give up late-night TV.) #FAIL

5:53 a.m.     I tiptoe out of bed, make my way to the other end of the house, turn on my Himalayan salt rock lamp, and twist and bend my way through an carefree, relaxed impromptu flow that makes me feel stretched, light, and ready to take on the day. #WIN

6:35 a.m.    Time to wake up the kiddos. As I open the door to Kennedy's bedroom, I hear what appears to be a moan of despair. Why? She had rolled over and crushed her binoculars in her sleep, which was quite easy to do because her binoculars are actually two empty toilet paper rolls that were duct-taped together, a craft made more than two years ago by Scotty's preschool teacher. (The fact that this mangled contraption hadn't found its way to a recycling bin before now is The Eighth Wonder.) I silently curse myself for allowing her to go to bed with these things in the first place. #FAIL

7:00 a.m.     I head to the kitchen to pack the kids' lunches and feel a wave of accomplishment when I place their lunchboxes alongside their backpacks on the bench by the garage door. #WIN

7:10 a.m.     Now it's time to make the kids' breakfast, and I'm secure in the knowledge that because I had just completed a Walmart run the evening before I've got all the food we need. Except that we don't, because The One Thing I meant to get (frozen cinnamon waffles)...I forgot. And guess what I had just promised the kids they could have. You guessed it, frozen cinnamon waffles! After rooting through the fridge for the fifth time (How could I have forgotten them!?!), I locate a pack of frozen pancakes in a clear, sealed bag. Based on the clearly present freezer burn and ice chips throughout, I surmise that the pancakes might be older than Kennedy. But...they're still edible...right? I mean, really. How bad can they taste? I say a silent prayer, promise not to over-heat them in the microwave, and hope for the best. One minute and thirty seconds later, I realize exactly how bad they could taste. I wouldn't serve these pancakes to a starving squirrel. So in the trash they go:
Toaster hash browns doused in ketchup it is. Sorry, kids. At least they're not encased in a glacier. #FAIL

7:59 a.m.     Both kids are dressed -- and their faces scrubbed clean of ketchup -- with minutes to spare. We're gonna leave this house on time! #WIN

10:11 a.m.    Having dropped off the kids over an hour ago, I'm now en route to the yoga class I teach I'm a mere seven minutes away from the school when I'm struck -- no, overcome -- with a profound sense of fear and dread. You know, that feeling in the pit of your stomach that's liable to induce vomiting: Because I had just realized that I didn't have my yoga bag:
In my haste to usher the kids and their belongings into the car, my bag was left by the wayside. Everything I needed to teach my class was in that bag. It contained my iPod, portable speaker, props, and my mat...and the bag was still on the bench by the garage door. I'm screwed. I'm too far long. I can't turn around and go back home to get it. I'd never make it back to the school in time. #MAJORFAIL

10:13 a.m.    God bless The Hubs. I call him, explain what I had done, and without thinking twice, he grabs the bag and tells me he'll bring it to me. In an act that can only be described as miraculous, he meets me in the school parking lot literally seven minutes before my class is slated to start. IlovethismanIlovethismanIlovethisman! #WIN

12:17 p.m.    My class is over, and I am on a high (Blissed out, is how we in the yoga community often characterize the feeling.) I absolutely love what I do and consider it nothing short of a privilege to share the gift of yoga with individuals, particularly youth. And that's totally a big, fat #WIN:

The frozen pancake debacle.

My epic brain fart.

I don't give a flying flip about either one.

How can I when I've shared energy with these smiling faces:

And after I've picked them up from school at the end of the day, these smiling faces hug me and say they've missed me all day long:

Today was a good day.😊

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