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By Sonya Fehér, on November 13th, 2011
Do you ever get the feeling that you are exactly where you’re supposed to be? I was lucky enough to experience that twice this past week. The first time was when we got our new cat. The second time was when I walked into the Shambhala Center on Wednesday night.
They have open meditation . . . → Read More: Sit Still
By Sonya Fehér, on November 10th, 2011
My son and I just completed days of trying to adopt a cat. At some point this past summer, I told him that his fifth birthday present from me could be a kitty. He wanted a male orange tabby kitten. He was very clear. I was a little worried.
I’ve never adopted a cat . . . → Read More: Adopting a Feline Family Member
By Sonya Fehér, on November 7th, 2011
Tonight, my son is having his first sleepover at his dad’s new house, the one my ex moved into with his girlfriend/mistress, the house I didn’t know existed until I got my Cavanaugh back from a visit on Saturday. I’d planned to drop him at his dad’s apartment but got a text to meet . . . → Read More: I Don’t Know What I Don’t Know
By Sonya Fehér, on November 2nd, 2011
One of the things just about everyone in my divorce recovery class had in common was that we couldn’t listen to music. Those songs take you back, evoke the feel of your lover’s neck on your lips, or the shirt he was wearing at Old Navy as “September” piped over the crackling speakers and . . . → Read More: Getting My Groove Back
By Sonya Fehér, on October 18th, 2011
I wanted this blog post to start with, “I did it! I did it! I did it!” And what I wanted to have done was successfully replace the diverter valve in my bathtub. What I’ve actually done is become absolutely obsessed with Halloween.
How did this happen? I finally acknowledged that the water coming . . . → Read More: Diverted
By Sonya Fehér, on October 4th, 2011
September was not a good nose month. On the first, I had a head cold. On the 30th, Cavanaugh had a cold. In between, there were fires, cedar trees burning, particulates in the air, mold, and my nose hated it. It dripped. It stuffed up. I took Benadryl, Allegra, Claritin, Actifed, Tavist, Tylenol Cold, . . . → Read More: Room to Breathe
By Sonya Fehér, on September 26th, 2011
So you’ve gone through your house and decided what to get rid of. Now you need to actually get it out of your possession before you start picking through and bringing things back in the house. At some point, all of the families whose homes I help organize ask me the same question: Where . . . → Read More: Where to Give in Austin
By Sonya Fehér, on September 22nd, 2011
Lately, I’ve found myself asking Cavanaugh to “Be still.” Some kids fidget a lot. I did. My son usually doesn’t.
So his case of the wiggles is a sign, not even a subtle one. Still, it took me at least two weeks, maybe a month to figure this one out. Looking back, I realize . . . → Read More: Wiggle Witch
By Sonya Fehér, on September 18th, 2011
I like books: paper books, audiobooks, but reading books on “readers” is something I’ve avoided as long as there have been readers. Yep, I’m one of those folks who dreads this idea of a paper-less society. Unless we’re talking newspapers. I can’t stand holding those, getting the ink on my hands, trying to fold . . . → Read More: Kindle-ing
By Sonya Fehér, on September 16th, 2011
As you may have noticed from the infrequency of my posts, I haven’t had a whole lot of time this summer. Maybe you’ve just started reading in the last couple of months and don’t remember when I used to write almost every day. My writing less is both a good and a bad thing.
. . . → Read More: What Looks Like Progress
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mamaTRUE is about listening to that still small voice inside of us telling us what it needs--in the same way we listen to the small voices of our children asking for what they need. We must be true to that voice. We must take care.
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