Shared Wisdom

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Happy Weekend All!  Thank you for being here with me.

I'll tell you why we don't have a Dog . . .

Friday, April 29, 2011

We don’t have a pet, but our laundry has a life of its own.  

It gets plenty of food.
·         Today, Eila alone contributed egg yolk, prunes, yogurt, and strawberries.
We pet it, some more than others.
·         “Esme, your shirt is not a napkin.”
 It gets a good roll in the dirt, the grass, the mud.
·         Too Often.
It can be found resting all around the house.
·         Are those underwear on the couch? Is that a towel under the chair?
And it just keeps growing and growing and growing.

Words of Wisdom

Thursday, April 28, 2011

I owe a huge Thank You to everyone who has joined me this week as I embark on this new blogging adventure! And thank you for bearing with me as I finish getting this site up and running. By the end of this week I hope to have everything running smoothly here and next week we can have more fun with words and images.

Today's post is about the Bookshop tab. Finding myself at the frayed end of an unravelled marriage brought me to my knees. And I stayed there for a while. I've heard so many times how the trials and the obstacles and the pain can be learning experiences, life's tools for making us stronger. Or something like that.

But when you end up underneath a ton of bricks, it just hurts.

As I have spent the past months digging my way out of the rubble of a demolished past life, I found words of great wisdom that helped me on my way. I offer to you a selection of some of the tools I have found that have inspired new ways of thinking, challenged old patterns, and invited peace into my life and my children's lives.

Click Here for My Selections.

I will be adding to these selections and making changes from time to time.  Have any good recommendations?  Books that have changed your life (any genre)?  Tell me in the comments.

May you go gently, be wonderful, and find peace around every corner.

About Some the Wiser

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

(Note: This belongs on the About page - tab above - but blogger is foiling my posting plans. So here it is for now.)

Hello and welcome to my corner of the web! I am Allison: writer, photographer, and Mama to three little ones (all girls!). 

I’ve loved blogs since the beginning of blogs. I found my first blog eleven years ago as a senior in high-school and I was hooked. I crawled out of my tiny teenage world and discovered a new kind of community. I could connect and interact with people in different states, faraway countries, people of all ages, people I likely would have never met otherwise.Life was bigger, and people were closer.

I jumped on the trend train after college and signed up for a blog. I blogged here and there, from time to time. I wasn’t a “serious” blogger, but I loved participating in the web community.

And then everything fell apart.

In October 2009, my husband left me. We had just bought a house. We were expecting our third baby. The day before he left we were planning where to plant trees in the backyard and making holiday travel plans. And then he was gone.

At nearly five months pregnant, some serious pregnancy complications had landed me on strict bed rest for almost three months. I wasn’t supposed to sit up, let alone get up. My world was shattering, the sky caving in and all I could do was lay in bed as the broken promises and devastated possibilities pummeled me. I felt broken and alone; an utter failure and a hopeless mess.

So I blogged.

Me and My Big Mouth

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

When I was twelve I liked a boy in science class. Following junior high protocol, I sent a friend to find out if he liked me too. I agonized at my lunch table while she probed at his lunch table, but I knew how to play it cool. I drank my milk like a school lunch pro. And when my friend made her way back I waited a very casual three seconds before demanding the scoop.

He liked me, but he didn’t like me.

Was it my glasses? (They were only as big as my entire face and maroon. They were cool.) Was it my braces? (They really were cool. My orthodontist let me pick THREE colors at a time. Awesome.) It couldn’t have been my hair. (It really couldn’t have been. My hair was cool. I owned a set of sponge curlers.)

Luckily I didn’t have to spend the rest of my adolescent years wondering why oh why I was rejected by my science class crush. He told my friend, who told her friend, who told me.
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