poem Archives - You're Somebody's Mother

I did something I always wanted to do this week at BYCC. I was teaching class on a eve not unlike this one. Read this poem aloud in final savasana. For any yoga virgins “final savasana” is sanskrit for lay on the floor like a sack of potatoes and sink into the feeling of accomplishment and […]

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Parenting

The ABC’s of TODDLERS

THE ABC’s OF TODDLERS A acrostic type poem by Somebody’s Mother Apple. I will eat only half an apple. Bandaid. I would fake any injury in the world to receive a minion bandaid. Crayons. I regularly eat crayons. Dog. I open mouth kiss my dog. Eat. I could eat snacks all day long. Fire […]

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Inspire Me

Lady Stuff:Burn the Bras

Mom's Mental Health

Positive Mind, Positive Life

Read for Inspiration

The first time Meg read this out loud after yoga class when I was half asleep in savasana, it resonated with me very deeply. I walked out of the studio with the attitude that I was definitely going seize the mother truckin’ day! Therefore, I wanted to share it with my friends! Incase any one out […]

Some Body’s Mother – Only read if you like kindness

Somebody’s Mother – Mary Dow Brine (1816-1913) The woman was old and ragged and gray And bent with the chill of the Winter’s day. The street was wet with a recent snow And the woman’s feet were aged and slow. She stood at the crossing and waited long, Alone, uncared for, amid the […]

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Positive Mind, Positive Life

She Let Go.

I read this on Elephant journal this morning. If you don’t subscribe to Elephant journal, you should. Lots of articles about exercise, nutrition, happy life, relationships, organic consumerism, saving our planet, and all kinds of positive healthy jibber jabber. Any ways, thought you might need this today. She let go. She let go. Without a […]

Detour Mom Blog Writing

I have some blog topics I’d like to write about. But my boys can smell productivity. If I’m drinking coffee and sitting in the sun, they will play nicely together and be the awesome. If I open my lap top in that same lawn chair, they smell blood. Smudgy starts screaming in the gate play […]