Join the Mamas 

If I could draw well, and I can’t, my brain might look like a dozen exploded eggs—one sticky, sprawling, scrambled mess. I imagine many of you may feel similarly these days, explosive and ready to explode, overloaded, messy.

I never envisioned being weeks away from delivering a baby under a city in crisis and lockdown. Babies are born all the time under duress, war, indeed far worse circumstances than these, but, nonetheless, these circumstances are not typical.

So vineyard-hopping might not pair well with your back-to-school life or Dry January but it’s nice inspiration for future trips! Departures has curated a lovely list of top regions to explore where female vintners are resurrecting ancient grapes, experimenting with new blends and running luxe guest houses. 

No, not those kind of gummies although I’m sure a CBD version is in the works! I already take a laundry list of supplements so the thought of adding yet another pill makes me want to gag. But I could do gummies, especially when gluten, dairy and sugar-free and, ostensibly, delicious. 

This past August, my husband and I committed to an experiment with the intention to take a pause from drinking and see what happened. We thought it might help us do a physical and spiritual reboot, tune into our inner voices and find deeper clarity. 

This week I’ll attend a workshop on creating a “zero waste space” and am simultaneously inspired and daunted. Despite a good heart and lofty intentions I am a waste making machine!