Lisa C Writes

It's about doing my absolute best every day of their lives. It's about showing up, being present, being brave and engaging in all aspects of who they are. It's not so much telling them what to do or how to live but living my life fearlessly and bravely in front of and alongside them.  It's about setting examples by doing the work so they can see my struggles and triumphs and know that perfectionism is not the goal but being courageous is . Pictures from one of our field-trip to the park.  ^^^ This was one of his, "Look, Mommy, look at how high I can jump!", moments.  ^^^ I'm infatuated with feet shots so I take them often.  ^^^ Mr. Joshua getting his wink on. ;-) Even though they are six years a part (David 13 & Joshua 7), they are very close. Always playing, teaching, and just being with each other. It's really a privilege to be able to observe and be a part

Journal entry 1 / 19 / 13  W hen I was a little girl I dreamt of the day I would become a mother. I'd close my eyes and envision how they would look, feel, smell, and smile. I'd envisioned how they would look into my eyes like I was the only important thing to them in all of the world. That day couldn't come soon enough. But, w hen it did, it was nothing like I envisioned.  My picture perfect experience with motherhood was just not happening. Where did everything go wrong? I was young and had no clue as to what I had gotten myself into. I was unprepared and didn't even know it until I was up to my ears in the thick of things. I spent the first few days in total shock. At night my baby girl would be crying and so would I. My breasts were full but I couldn't figure out how to get the milk out of me and into her mouth. I was desperate. I could tell she was too. Her cries kept getting louder and louder. My cries did the same. (I'm tearing up as I'm writ

W e had so much fun on my birthday. My family made sure I knew how much they appreciated having me in their lives. As our family tradition we don't celebrate with much gift giving. My younger children love making me cards and creative crafts. All of our children understand that it's not about what they give materialistically but how they make each other feel as someone they say they love, value, respect, and cherish. This is more important to us than what our money can buy. It's one of the values we promised to instill in our children when David and I got married.  By the time we got to dinner we were all on cloud nine. They greeted us at the restaurant with open arms. David had already arranged our dining experience with the manager who anticipated our arrival. The whole evening felt like a red carpet affair.  David snapped these shots of our kids while they were in the moment. It was a night we'll always remember.  The 26th Affair

So happy I came across this product. I've been searching for a hair product that would leave my locs smelling yummy but wouldn't leave residue. It's been an upward battle since discovering the build up (residue) in our locs caused by products that were too heavy. My daughters have been very unhappy with it. As a result I resorted to using only water and coconut oil to retwist our locs and shampoo with Dr. Bronner's liquid soap. They work really well but they are missing the scents that I / we would like to have. My oldest daughter has been researching all kind of hair care products and came across Shea Moisture. She uses their conditioner, gels, and hair smoothies. She loves it. While we were out shopping a few weeks ago I came across this product. One of the reasons I wanted to try it was because it says anti-frizz. I will try anything, well almost anything to help me control my frizz. While it doesn't help control my frizz, a problem I think I wi

The clanking sound of forks, knives, and or spoons on the breakfast plates of the breakfast eaters.  They sit at their tables on their balconies, these I can see.  Others lurk in the shadows within their private dwellings but the open patio door gives insight to what's going on inside.  It's eating time! I sit on my bed with my window slightly opened listening to the sounds. Enjoying every clank, every tap, every feeling. As I stroll through passageways on my daily walk, I hear those sweet sounds and it stirs something familiar, deep within me, I'm home. Just like that, just as soon as they began (somewhat simultaneously), they all came to an end. Reminds me of the time I was in Paris. Sitting in my room with my terrace window opened, I could hear that same sound coming from the cafe down below. Sounds that stir a feeling inside of me that I don't want to let go. LisaCSnaps Orlando.

(Pictures taken on my surprised boat ride mother's day 2013) I 've been having very vivid dreams lately. My dreams are always easy for me to remember and sometimes I linger in them longer when I'm closer to a state of consciousness.  The other day I dreamt that my youngest son and I were being hunted by an enormous bird. We were in a wide open field, picking seashells from the sand. I stood up and looked into the distance as if I were summoned to do so. I could see miles and miles of trees close by and a small (what appeared to be small) bird hanging onto the branches on top of the tallest tree. My awareness made me question the creatures intent but as it sat there it posed no threat to us so I bent back down to find more shells.  All of a sudden I felt a small breeze blow by and thought to myself that was odd because everything else was so still. There was no breeze blowing in the trees and no sand blowing by. I then felt an overwhelming feeling of fear