Last weekend, my husband, our boys, and I embarked on an indoor rock-climbing adventure. It was an eye-opener on multiple levels. For starters, my boys got to witness their mom be the badass that she is. (Hello first person to make it to the very top and ring the victory bell! đź’Ş) I feel like I’m often the “bad cop” in our family, reminding the boys to take a bath or that it’s bedtime, so …
As a server in my teens and early 20s I was efficient – my managers knew they could trust me with any type of guests and that I could handle more tables than other server I made good tip money, but I rarely got those wow 10X tips that some of my co-workers received. Why? Because my efficiency didn’t allow me to truly connect with guests. When guests shared why they were in town or asked about my life, …
I didn’t take pictures once we officially entered the Bombay slum. I was too focused on trying to step one foot in front of the other to keep moving forward. I volunteered in the favelas of Salvador, Brazil, after college, where inhabitants had built “homes” on stilts in the water. I visited the tiny rural village of Talanga, Honduras, where my brother volunteered for a year. It had only dirt roads and zero hotels or …
After my first son was born, I was grateful for all I had and my life that was now very full. But I was tired. There was no fire in my belly or skip in my step and it slowly ate away at me. “Life is supposed to be delicious,” I thought, but I didn’t have much of an appetite for anything. Most of us experience this. We build a big career, have a child …
I introduced my 6- and 8-year-old to New York City over a long spring-break weekend earlier this month. New York holds a piece of my heart as I lived there for 4 years in my 20s, then worked for a Manhattan-based organization that brought me back to the city several times each year in my 30s. This week, I invite you to (vicariously) experience this short journey with my sons and I that will enhance …