becoming sandy
Sharing what I am learning, unlearning and relearning as I navigate my way through a midlife unraveling and awakening, becoming the woman I was meant to be all along.
For as long as I can remember, I have loved to read. My very favorite book when I was little was The Monster at the End of this Book, starring furry, lovable Grover. As I grew, I transitioned to the Little House on the Prairie series and later moved on to YA fiction. During high school and college, I lost my affinity for reading. There was just something about required reading that dampened my biblio-spirit. When my children were younger, I actually wanted to read again and even managed to get through a few books here and there, typically reading in bed after a long day of work, caring for littles and keeping our home. During those years, historical fiction became my preferred genre. As you can imagine, reading a page or two at a time, doesn't get you through many books in a year or even a decade. As my kids have gotten older, I have started to prioritize my reading, and over the past few years, I have managed to read at least 30 books each year, mostly as audio books borrowed from the local library, listened to on my way to and from work. The past 2 years, I have set a goal for the number of books that I wanted to read, and I came no where near the lofty goal of 65 books in 2020, but almost made it to my more reasonable goal of 35 books last year. This year, I decided to lower my reading goal to 30 books, in an attempt to actually accomplish it. I plan to read 3 books each month. Of those 3 books, I intend for at least 1 to be non-fiction. If you've already done the math, that should allow me to surpass my goal of 30 books read this year. Below are a few of the books that are on my TBR (to be read) list. As you can see, I have learned to delight in books from a variety of genres from suspense to historical fiction to memoirs. Fiction :
Non-Fiction :
The fiction book that I am most looking forward to is Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune, and the non fiction book that I can not wait to read is Freeing Jesus by Diana Butler Bass.
What books are you most looking forward to reading this year? If we are interested in any of the same books, let me know! We could make a plan to read them together! A buddy read or book club sounds fun to me! As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases: If you are interested in purchasing any of the above books, click on the picture of the book of interest and follow my affiliate link. Buying through this link doesn't cost you anything extra, but it does help me earn a small percentage of the purchase.
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Hooray! We made it to the weekend! There are a couple of dishes that scream "WEEKEND" to me. One of them is Barbacoa, and the other is MENUDO! I'm excited to share this recipe with you! When I was 25 years old, I met and fell in love with Rafael Diaz Aguirre. On one of our very first dates, Rafa invited me to try Menudo for the first time. If you aren't familiar with Menudo, it is a traditional Mexican caldo (soup) made with beef tripe, also known as cow stomach, chiles, pozole (white hominy), onions, Mexican oregano and garlic. I knew about the tripe and, up until that point, had never been brave enough to try it. At that moment, though, I didn't want to insult anyone, and remembered my love for chicken gizzards, so I figured that there couldn't be too much of a difference between the two and decided to give it a try. I don't remember if I even liked Menudo when I first tried it, but I love it now. More Saturday mornings than I can count, Rafa grabbed our stock pot and lid and headed over to "Leslie's Taqueria" in downtown KCK to buy Menudo by the pot. Many restaurants in Kansas City sell Menudo to go, and you simply tell them how many dollars worth to add to your pot. Since our first date, I have learned to cook many traditional Mexican meals, including Chile Colorado, Caldo de Res and Barbacoa, but Menudo has always intimidated me. The transition from tasting Menudo for the first time to preparing it on my own took me over 20 years. A couple of months ago, I decided that I was ready to push through my fears and try. Since nearly every region in Mexico prepares Menudo or a similar tripe soup in their own unique way, I googled "menudo estilo chihuahua," so that I could create a recipe that was similar to the one ones Rafa enjoyed growing up in his home state of Chihuahua, Mexico. After reading through several recipes, gathering tips and tricks from the real experts (abuelitas), watching a handful of videos (in Spanish), and adjusting the quantities of each of the ingredients over my past few attempts at making it, I have settled on a recipe that I am proud of, confident in and excited to share. Sadly, "Leslie's Taqueria", closed it's doors to the public for the last time just before Christmas. Leslie's was our favorite Friday morning date spot, and while I will miss their "Huevos Rancheros" with handmade flour tortillas, we don't have to worry about missing out on a delicious weekend Menudo. Let me know if you try this recipe that my husband declared, "even better than Leslie's!" MenudoIngredients:
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If you live near a Mexican market or butcher, you can buy the tripe already cut and often already cleaned. I buy mine frozen at El Mercado Fresco in Argentine, 2102 Metropolitan Ave, Kansas City, KS. There are similar stores all over the KC Metro area. I buy the "menudo regular", because it goes on sale frequently, and is often 33-66% cheaper than "menudo limpio." Cleaning the pre-cut tripe is much easier than you might think! In a large stock pot, add the frozen menudo chunks. Add 1 Tbsp salt and cover with water. Bring to a boil over med-high heat and cook for about an hour. While cook-cleaning the menudo, make the red sauce (see recipe below). Strain the menudo with a colander and clean the pot. Allow the menudo cool until you are able to handle it by hand. Trim any fat from the menudo and cut pieces into 1" chunks, more or less. (Don't worry too much about uniformity. I just like to make sure they are cut into bite sized pieces.) Return menudo to clean stock pot. Fill with clean water, covering the menudo. Add 3 garlic heads (whole), 2 whole onions, bay leaf and 1 Tbsp salt and cook 2-3 hours over medium heat slightly covered with the lid. Add Mexican oregano, cilantro, hominy to the pot and lower the heat to a low simmer. Stir in the prepared red sauce until it reaches your desired spiciness. (I use the whole batch and it is has the perfect level of spice for us. You may want to start checking the spice level after stirring in 1/2 a batch, gradually adding more to taste. If you are feeding a crowd with varied spice tolerance, consider using 1/2 of the red sauce and serving the Menudo with red pepper flakes at the table.) Cook at a simmer for 6-8 hours or overnight. Tripe needs to cook long and slow until it is tender. Remove the bay leaf, garlic heads and whole onions. Depending upon how much water evaporated, you may need to add more water. Just know that it needs to be a soupy consistency. That broth is heaven! When ready to serve, ladle the Menudo into large bowls (I found these at El Mercado Fresco), making sure to get a good mix of menudo chunks, pozole and broth. Add chopped sweet onion, crushed Mexican oregano, chopped cilantro and lime juice. Serve with freshly baked bolillo rolls from your local panadería. We buy ours from Reyna's Mexican Bakery located at 727 Kansas Ave in Kansas City, KS. **Warning: Menudo can be a bit malodorous, while it is cook-cleaning. Once it has been cleaned and you've started to make the actual soup, the smell dissipates and is replaced by the aromatics of the onion, garlic and oregano.** ¡Provecho! Red Sauce
Bring 4 C water to a boil in large sauce pan. Remove and discard the stems from the dried chiles. Once at a boil, remove the pan from heat and place all of the dried, destemmed chiles into the hot water. Allow to soften until the water has cooled, making sure to push the chiles under water so that they soften. Once cooled, put chiles, garlic, salt and 1/2 of the water into a blender and blend on high, adding all of the watery. Blend until smooth. The sauce should have a slightly thinner consistency than tomato sauce. Over a large bowl, pour the sauce through a strainer. Use a soup ladle to push the sauce through the strainer. Discard the seeds and chile skins that are left behind inside of the strainer. Salt to taste. The salsa will be spicier and more bitter straight from the blender. Once it is mixed into the recipe of choice, the flavors meld and the bitterness dissipates. Feel free to experiment with the quantities and varieties of chiles. I have discovered that this is the perfect ratio for our family, and I can double or triple the batch and save in the fridge or freezer to use in many other dishes, such as our Chicken and Cheese Enchiladas and our Chile Colorado. "I believe you when you lie to me You should know that by now You weave your words inside of me And I wear them inside out" Lyrics from Little Queen by Jake Wesley Rogers We all believe the lies that we hear along the way, don't we? We may learn them from our most trusted loved ones, perhaps a parent or a spouse, while others we may pick up during interactions at school or work. Sometimes, they are our own misinterpretations of well intended correction, and others bombard us as we scroll through social media or binge the newest shows. The awful truth about these lies is that the deceptions can be so insidious that we don't even realize as they are changing our inner most thoughts and beliefs. We don't notice as they tightly weave into our minds and beings until we shrink into a caricature of our intended selves and evolve into someone that we were never meant to be. As I begin to investigate and pick apart the following lies that I have believed over my lifetime, I discover the capacity and desire to identify strongholds and unlearn them. This unlearning creates space and opportunity to relearn the truth. It allows me to begin to see myself as God sees me and to imagine the woman that He always intended for me to become. When you told me that I talk too much, I believed you. I learned that my opinion does not matter, and that I need to agree with everyone around me in order to keep the peace. I learned that my voice, my thoughts, and my unique opinions are not valid nor to be shared. I learned that I am expected to remain seen, but not heard, stay quiet unless spoken to, and to confirm the thoughts and beliefs of those around me. I learned that I need to think less, talk less, be less. BUT... I am learning to find and use my own unique voice. When you told me that I was lazy, I believed you, and from that moment I was determined to be busy. Even now, when a car door closes, I find myself jumping up in fear of being caught resting when there are things that could be done. Like any other mom, my day begins the moment I get up in the morning, and the work doesn't end until my head hits the pillow at night. Even then, my mind operates at full throttle managing all of the intellectual labor of the days, weeks and months of the year, but I learned that worth is determined by financial gain, task completion. and goal achievement. BUT... I am learning that my worth is inherent. When you told me that I was fat, I believed you. That belief settled into my being and became a truth that I couldn't shake, regardless of my weight or size. I learned that exercise must be done as penance for enjoying food and is necessary to maintain an acceptable body. I learned to polarize food into "good" and "bad". I learned that there is some fantastical mathematical equation that directly relates input, output, weight, size and value. I learned that I need to take up less physical space, because my body's size is inversely proportional to my value. BUT... I am learning that my body is good, regardless of it's size. Along the way, I learned many other notions as well. I learned that conflict is destructive and is to be avoided at all costs. I learned that rocking the boat results in disconnection, so it's best to keep the peace and "go with the flow". I learned that by erasing my opinions and needs, I could create harmony and that others' wishes were more important than my own. I learned that I am not important, and that my contributions don't matter. In order to earn love, acceptance and understanding, I must love others, accept others, and understand others regardless of and in spite of their love, acceptance and understanding for me. BUT... I am learning to see through the lies. I am learning that conflict is healthy and expected and necessary. I am learning that silencing my own opinions, thoughts and needs minimizes my ability to show up as my true, authentic self. This affects my relationships and limits my unique contributions to the community around me. By avoiding conflict, I have limited my own growth and isolated myself within my own seemingly "safe" bubble.
I am learning that I need to speak up during difficult conversations, instead of shy away. I need to speak out about the things that impact me and my family, regardless of whether or not my opinion is shared. Additionally, I have a responsibility to establish and enforce boundaries when engaging in conversations, especially with those whom I care about. I suppose this is what Brené Brown means when she speaks of a "midlife unraveling." I have a long way to go as I learn, unlearn and relearn so much about myself and the world around me, but my confidence is beginning to grow as I cultivate new truths and beliefs in the garden of my mind. Above all, I am learning that God never intended for us to shrink. He created us to bloom! Perhaps you are left wondering about our holiday. Did they make the neighbor treats? Did they do ALL of those things deemed necessary for a Great Holiday? Did they ever get the tree up and decorated? What about the lights? Was it a great holiday, in spite of everything? In a nutshell... NO and YES. Sarah made it home for the holiday, and we are so excited to have her here for a little over a month. Jingle (our elf) made an appearance, but he seemed quite sluggish this year, and either had a foggy memory upon returning home from the North Pole, or wasn't feeling well enough to always make the trip, since we often woke up to find him in the same spot as the night before. It's OK Jingle, we were feeling a little sluggish and foggy this year, as well. In the weeks before Christmas, we lounged around and watched Home Alone while munching on pizza, which is a new tradition that the littles (not so little anymore) and I started last year. We didn't forget to include "a large cheese pizza just for me" (though we shared). We watched Elf at home and made time to introduce Sarah to Taco Cat Goat Cheese Pizza. A highlight for the family was when we went to see Spider Man, No Way Home in the theatre. We hadn't been to a movie in public for over 2 years!! If you haven't seen it, it was my favorite of all of the entire Spider Man movies. Check it out and let me know what you think! Our holiday was filled with many of the things that we enjoy. We were able to bake and decorate sugar cookies. This year we tried our hands at royal icing, which resulted in some really neat effects, but definitely less tasty cookies than usual. Gabe has already requested to go back to buttercream frosting next Christmas. We opened our traditional first gift on Christmas Eve and then everyone put on their new matching Christmas jammies. Rafa, Gabe and Jake all matched with some really soft and comfy fleecy candy cane pajamas, while the girls and I received some less soft and less comfy Christmas cookie pjs. I have made a note of which brand we all preferred (#followme bought from Amazon) so that I can remember for next year. We stayed up late on Christmas Eve and made time to prepare our traditional Bubble Cake so that it could rise in the oven overnight for Christmas morning. In the morning, we discovered that Santa had arrived and brought some stress relief toys and mental health books for all of the kids. I baked the bubble cake, brewed some coffee and settled in for a quiet day at home watching football, eating shrimp faux ceviche tostadas (a couple of us snarfed on some gourmet hot dogs from Quik Trip), opening presents, and cuddling with kitties and doggos. Rafa, Sarah, Rachel and I finished off Christmas Day huddled on the couch watching It's a Wonderful Life while Gabe and Jake went to bed early. We did NOT make neighbor treats or make it to Christmas Eve service. We didn't go as a family to look at Christmas lights, though we did enjoy seeing the ones that are in the neighborhood anytime we drove by. We didn't put Christmas lights up on the house or even inflate the polar bear and penguin in front of the house until Christmas Day, but we still celebrated Christmas together as a family. I did not complete an advent study or even buy the chocolate advent calendars this year (they were missed). At the end of the day, though, I am confident in my faith in Jesus. I know that He loves each of us and that He is not invalidated by a Christmas season that seems to lack intention and purpose. Jesus is so much BIGGER than that.
Do you save the cards and letters that you receive at the holidays? I love reading about my friends and their families and the highlights of their year. I often save them inside of our Christmas boxes so that we can look back at them from year to year, especially the ones that include pictures. This year, even though we have done zero actual decorating (aside from some light up garland and trees in my bedroom), I remembered to review a very special letter. This letter reminded me that there is still hope for the holiday in spite of knowing that our tree remains inside of it's boxy cardboard cocoon, the outdoor lights continue to be tangled together nearby along with the reindeer, snowflakes and "baby Jesus", and even our Christmas village, with it's snow and townspeople, are all still boxed away on the storage shelves in the basement. Gabriel and Darrian have located and placed our inflatable polar bear and penguin outside, but that is where they will lay until we find the time, energy and Holiday spirit to connect them to their life giving power source. The hope I found in that letter reminded me that this isn't the first holiday season that has felt this way, and it will undoubtedly not be the last. Right after the new year in 2016, in an attempt to simplify and minimize the inundation of stress that inevitably invaded my brain each and every Holiday season, I polled each family member in our home and asked them to share only one thing/activity that was necessary for them to enjoy the Holiday season and then, I wrote my future self a letter and tucked it away. I am so grateful that I took the time to write it and remembered to find it, as it is the perfect reminder for my sometimes over-do-it self, and it outlines what my family really craves during the holidays. I reviewed and edited the letter, but it is still mostly the same one that I wrote to myself several years ago. I'm sharing it now, because if you are anything like me, then you just may need this reminder as well. I hope that this letter ministers to your heart and refreshes your mind as you dig into the trimmings and wrappings of this Holiday season... "The entire Christmas season just felt "off". I felt "off". I just could NOT get into it. It didn't feel like Christmas, at all. It felt like obligations, disappointments and busy-ness wrapped up in a hap-hazard bow of burned out and tangled Christmas lights. There were moments of joy! I will always remember seeing the kids faces light up when we finally decorated the outside of the house with lights and polar bears! Sweet mama, there are a few things that you want to remember each holiday season... These are the activities that speak "Christmas love" to your children. Schedule these first and do your best to make sure that they are a priority.
That's it! That is our list. You do not need to DO another solitary thing in order to feel the seasonal JOY of Christmas. Don't be overly disappointed if you can not make it to the Christmas Pageant at First Baptist of Raytown or even Christmas Eve service). Remember that the kids get sick at this time nearly every year. Try to be grateful for any unscheduled rest in the midst of this busy season. Remember that YOU LOVE JESUS! There are no hard and fast rules that say that you have to participate in anything in particular to prove it. If you find the energy and decide that you want to do something elaborately amazing or just simply extra, and you've already set aside the time and energy for the list above, GO FOR IT! But, there is no pressure. Seriously! You do not even have to spend the last few weeks of the year doing that amazing Advent Bible Study that you've wanted to do all year. Give yourself permission to embrace the sights, sounds, smells, people and experiences that God has provided and rejoice that He is good. Do not force yourself to do anything that you don't love, especially in an attempt to satisfy someone's perceived notion of the "perfect Christmas", even if it's your own. Do not dismay or allow discouragement to settle in and rob you of the joy of this season. Lastly and maybe even most importantly, remember to reach out to your people. It is absolutely possible (and dare I say normal) to feel lonely or sad during this time, even though it is the "happiest season of all". Have a plan in place. Be honest about your physical, spiritual and emotional needs with yourself and your inner circle. If you need help, encouragement or coffee, just ask." There you have it! I'm going to take my own advice this year. If it doesn't bring us joy, it will not wiggle it's way into our list of priorities. What are your must do's around the holidays? As promised, I have included our Neighbor Treat Favorites along with links to a few of the recipes below. I would love to hear about your families favorite treats to make and/or enjoy this time of year? Our Must Have, Go-To Neighbor treats: Crock Pot Chocolate covered peanuts (prepared in mini paper cupcake cups) Almond Bark pretzels and Rods Peanut Butter Kiss cookies Don't forget the Rolo Turtles When my grandparents lived in the country, they hosted everyone for Thanksgiving. My mom would purchase, prepare and brine a turkey that my grandpa, in turn, would smoke outside in his smoker. My grandma made Cranberry Delight, and I would make Cheesy Potatoes and a Spinach Cranberry Orange Salad. When my aunt was in town, she'd bring the Green Bean Casserole, and together, my mom and grandma would make the Dressing (some call it stuffing). Sometimes, my grandma would make a sweet potato casserole, and sometimes she'd roast sweet potatoes. She'd always tell us, "I don't even like sweet potatoes." Then, we'd all laugh and sometimes roll our eyes. Before long, and typically before it was cooked through, my grandpa would declare the turkey was done and bring the turkey inside for us to try. More times than not, my mom and grandma would determine that it needed more cook time, so they'd finish it off in the microwave. At least one person would always proclaim it "The Best Thanksgiving Ever!" More than anything, I remember that I never felt disappointed or still in search of Thanks-giving. After my grandparents moved into town, my parents took over hosting Thanksgiving at their home in the country. Our location changed, and Grandpa passed the "smoking torch" to my dad, but most continued as usual. Thanksgiving endured some changes when my mom discovered that she has some severe food allergies, so we adapted as well, reworking the recipes that we could and discovering new favorites. Three things that never changed were that the turkey continued to be smoked outside and brought inside in need of additional cook time, "The Best Thanksgiving Ever" declaration, and I never left disappointed nor in search of Thanks-giving. The past couple of years, we've had to change the way we celebrate Thanksgiving even more due to illnesses and surgeries and precautions due to COVID. Each year, I tried so hard emulate the Thanksgivings that I remembered by doing everything that I could to make sure every single person was happy. In order to do so, I thought that I needed to make all of their favorites! Last year, we had an additional guest, as Sarah's best friend Darrian had moved in with us. I wanted her to feel included and hoped that she would feel less sad, as she was missing home. At the end of both years' Thanksgiving day, I found myself too exhausted to find Thanks-giving. I was so tired, I probably couldn't have seen it if it had smacked me in the face. Those were the first years, that I felt disappointed and lacking. This year, there were similar expectations as before. When asked, I received requests for ALL OF THE STUFF... ribs, ham, cheesy potatoes, mashed potatoes, pumpkin cake, strawberry pie, home made macaroni and cheese, dressing, and so forth. As an Enneagram 9, my default setting has me trying to do or say all of the things to keep everyone happy, which normally results in my afore mentioned exhaustion and disappointment. Since our neighbor gifted us a 12 pound frozen turkey, I decided that in addition to all of the other things that we'd discussed, I would also roast a turkey. As I planned our Thanksgiving menu and the day grew closer, I determined that I needed to work less, ask for help, and put a limit on expectations, my own included. I googled brine recipes and discovered " The Pioneer Woman's" "Best Roasted Turkey" recipe and her "Favorite Turkey Brine". I created my shopping list, purchased all of the ingredients, and snagged the necessary tools, and I roasted my very first turkey. It was actually really good. It cooked in a lot less time than I thought that it would, and since I'd done most of the prep the night before with the brine, I was freed up to make some delicious "Creamy Mashed Potatoes", also a recipe from "The Pioneer Woman". I used the drippings to make a gravy (which was not my favorite, but edible). I boiled the turkey innards and included them in my dressing, which was and still is one of my favorite parts of Thanksgiving dinner. Rachel and Darrian made the Pumpkin Cake, and they also peeled all of the apples for the apple crisp. Jake contributed by peeling ALL of the potatoes for our breakfast hash AND for the mashed potatoes. He declared, "I like peeling potatoes!" which is very good information for this mama to tuck away. We also baked up some brie and served it with some crispy baked bread. After we ate, we were able to relax and learn a new game, Taco Cat Goat Cheese Pizza. If you haven't played, try it out and thank me later. You'll be howling with laughter. (I've even recommended it to strangers at the store.) In my search of Thanks-giving this year, I learned a few things. First, I learned that even though Sarah couldn't make it home, and we missed her like crazy, Thanksgiving still came. We still celebrated, and we still gave thanks. I learned that I can set and maintain boundaries, no matter how small, and preserve a little of my own peace in addition to meeting the wants and needs of others. To be honest, I didn't really even miss the ribs. I did miss the cheesy potatoes, though. Maybe I'll make them for Christmas this year. This Thanksgiving was filled with phone calls and texts with daughters, aunts and cousins, with parents and grandparents, all of whom reminded me that they are always there for us and love us no matter what. I'm grateful to share that at the end of it all, I found Thanksgiving.
Ooh, there is one last thing that I learned. I do not like brie (the cheese). I do not like it "fresh". I do not like it "baked". I have no desire to try it any other way at any other time. I'll leave it for those of you who do like it, which I know means, "more for you," and that is perfectly fine with me. My daughter Sarah called last night to tell me that she may not make it home for Thanksgiving due to some issues with her car. Immediately, I felt a variety of emotions. I felt not just sadness and disappointment, but also hope and gratitude.
Since Sarah moved to Colorado in August for a year of college and self discovery, we are having to relearn how we are as a family. Nothing is the same without her smile and laugh lighting up our home. While I normally decorate for fall, this year, we haven't put anything up at all. Festivity feels fleeting. Earlier this month, Darrian and Gabriel wanted to start decorating for Christmas, but stopped when Sarah texted to ask us to wait for her to decorate over Thanksgiving. If she doesn't make it home, will this be something else that we let slide? I'm feeling sad and really disappointed about the prospect of celebrating Thanksgiving without all of my kids together. I know that I can handle these emotions. I'm learning how to acknowledge my own disappointment without the perceived shame of it falling on my children. Fortunately, there is still a chance that she'll make it home. As a regular "jack of all trades" and mechanics, my cousin, Ryan has a way with cars. He has many of his own and does most of his own mechanical work. I feel hopeful that if there is a way for it to work out, he will make it happen. I also know that if she doesn't make it home for Thanksgiving, she will not be alone. Our Colorado family loves Sarah very much. They will Include her in the festivities, and she will learn new traditions for the holiday. For that, I feel grateful. I am also confident in the knowledge, that whether she is home November 24th or December 16th, she will be home again. Hello! Welcome! I'm Sandy and I'm one of those Jesus followers who loves all of the people, but I sometimes really suck at showing it. I'm married to Rafael. I have 2 daughters, Sarah and Rachel and 2 sons, Gabriel and Jacob. Our oldest daughter's best friend also lives with us. Her name is Darrian. We have more pets than you can count, and we also have a few chickens. I work as a Parent Educator, partnering with families as they raise their children from birth to kindergarten, and I love it! Recently, my oldest daughter moved to Colorado for school, and we're still adjusting to her absence. We've been battling and conquering anxiety, depression and shame this year, and what I've learned so far is that while we never really know how everything will work together, God does! And He is good!
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About the AuthorSandy is a parent educator, enneagram aficionado, conscious parenting advocate, self trained and proclaimed home chef, and mother of 4 amazing kids. Archives
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