Twenty-one years ago, I was 20 years old, brand-new to motherhood, and had no idea what I was doing. Now, my “baby” is 21, thriving in college, and officially old enough to buy his own drink (gulp). This post is a proud, funny, and slightly emotional reflection on watching my son grow up—and realizing that while time flies, love and motherhood only grow deeper.

In two-days time Landon will turn 20.  Where in the world did the time go?

In the hustle and bustle of this thing we call life, it's easy to let our health and wellness take a backseat..... like way back in the...

is too tired to argue with each other afterwards. No, but seriously.... I have been a "runner" since around 2009/2010. There was no...