June 2019

Spending time with my baby is the best time.
Most of my maternity leave passed in what felt like real time – sleep deprived, milk-covered, wonderful real time. But the last month or so flew. Each time I entered my leave into Beebe’s payroll system, I was reminded of exactly how much precious time I had left. There was a big part of me that was excited to return to work, and just as big a part that wanted to pause time and hold my beautiful...
Working with your hands can keep you in the moment and your mind at ease.
I had wanted to make dolls for years but never knew where to start, it seemed so daunting. I took the plunge in 2018 when I checked out some books on doll-making from my local library. I ended up purchasing a couple of them because they served as wonderful references when I was stuck on a technique. The author did such a great job giving technical, step-by-step instructions that it allowed me to...
Take time for you this summer.
It’s summer. Finally! The kids are out of school and that means its summer camps, spending time with grandparents, visiting the beach, Funland (a Rehoboth Beach tradition), travel, and of course – logistics! I’ve talked to several parents of young children (think Pre-K to about 4th grade) and logistics always becomes a part of the convo. Hypothetical Little Timmy has to be at the outdoor camp by 8...
Vintage cars and beautiful gardens.
Summer weekends are the time for area residents to vacation AWAY from Delaware beaches, It’s June and the summer weekend tourist migration to Delaware beaches has begun. As the clock hands round early afternoon on Thursday, Route 1 south through Lewes clogs. Anxious local motorists on Savannah Road crawl carefully across the packed highway, praying no impatient driver, attached at the ear to a...
When It Rains, It Pours and yet, We Endure
I could hear the buildup in her voice—the anger and resentment. The voicemail I received from a patient, whom I knew pretty well, started out relatively reserved, but by the end she was emphatically yelling into the receiver. In all honesty, I’m sure it was easier for her to yell at a machine than at a living breathing human being on the other end of the line. Nothing she said in that voicemail...