Coffee CubBuster

One day many moons ago, I was shaken to wake for a rare meteorite shower with my betrothed...   While this seems like a fictitious line of a sappy romantic novel, it indeed happened and still feels dream-like as I remember my groggy state throughout that rare occurrence. I share this memory to admit my love of astronomy (which I currently get to learn again alongside of my first grader) and the grandiosity of the world, yet I do not share the same love of astrology as some do and those stars shooting across the sky. Many people follow, believe, or simply enjoy the differences and details of stars as they relate to zodiac signs. As a "Libra" my symbol happens to be quite fitting though, (whether coincidence or choice, who knows). The scale fits my desire to "avoid all extremes" (Ecc. 7:18) and keep life in a "perfect" balance.   Just like a kid watching the plates weigh down on one side, and then the other, we all tend to over correct or barely c

Homogeneous : composed of parts or elements that are all the same kind; same nature, essentially alike. (Dictionary.com) I've noticed in our current upswing building and updating economy, the trend lies in a neutral clean slate. Bricks, slabs, and panels are all finishing with an "unfinished" look. Primer is the popular primary color. While I love white and grey as much as the next gal, and love the frugality of unfinished styles, I can't help but see the similarities between our structural preferences and our identities. We just saw the inspiring film, Just Mercy , based on the book and true story of Bryan Stevenson, a Harvard Law graduate and founding executive director of Equal Justice Initiative, fighting poverty and challenging racial discrimination in the criminal justice system. Not only was the film about his impact on death row inmates powerful, but his 2012 TED talk , highlighted the power of identity. He spoke of the power that TED talks have solely becau

Recently, I was caught up in a whirlwind of whimsical novelty. In an unexpected encounter, I was encouraged to join in an entrepreneurial venture as a content writer. I was the perfect candidate; it was fate, and the pursuit was flattering. Plus, I could write from the comfort and convenience of my home as I continued homemaking. I could literally have my cake and eat it too in the proposed coffee café concept. In the midst of this hour-long delivery and debrief, I walked away feeling as if the proposal was sweetly planned, yet like young romance, time apart soon cleared the clouds. While there may still be writing in my future career, I quickly remembered how easily I am wooed, especially if God's divine nature is mentioned. Since I don't have many close friends that strictly work as mothers, there's an unspoken, cultural pull to join the force of "part-time" working moms. Our technological advances make staying at home seem silly if not impractical. The pendulu