Hi, my name is Breanna and I am the daughter of two therapists. I feel like it’s a disclaimer I should introduce myself with. “Forgive me while I analyze your continual need for affirmation, but did you have an absent father?” I joke that growing up in our house was similar to a never-ending group therapy session. Dinner table discussions could be intimidating for the “non-overcommunicating therapist” visitors. For me counseling was just a part of life. Everyone I knew went

So, my oldest daughter LOVES basketball. She plays fall ball, a full season at school and then AAU club ball in the off-season. We are basketball fools around here. Seriously! Now, with club ball comes the wallet drain. You know – a different hotel every week as you travel around to play tournaments with the best of the best around the state. Some of the hotels leave a lot to be desired. But some of them are really swank. I mean, great beds, great showers (you know those

I recently had the privilege of being the guest speaker at a Texas A&M Aggie Mom’s Club meeting. Even though I’m an Aggie, and a mom, I’m technically not a “mom of an Aggie”, so I’d never been to a meeting before. But since it was September, I imagined a room full of moms whose kid’s had recently left for college, similar to our “Life after Launch” group, and adapted my campus map talk to reach out to those who might have felt a little lost. I actually had a moment of panic

Road signs, banners, and energetic coeds shouting “You’re with us!” directed our steps and welcomed our daughter as she first set foot onto her college campus. The next few days were all about game-day traditions, activity fairs, and introductions. Student leaders and organized events helped our daughter transition into an exciting new phase of life she knew nothing about, because no matter how much she had anticipated and planned, she had never lived it. But what about us

So just between us, I am heart-beat pounding, adrenaline pumping, sweaty palm afraid of flying. It’s embarrassing, and has been an issue most of my life. Once when we lived in Georgia, I flew to Houston for a fun weekend visit. I was on my way back to Houston Intercontinental Airport for my return flight home, but first had to return my rental car. I was alone, driving north on Hwy 59, when I was hijacked by purple and black storm clouds and hung a right on I-10 East. I

Summer is officially here – brimming with sweet tea and southern hospitality. It’s been several weeks now since you’ve welcomed me into your blog community, and I appreciate it so much. I love getting to know you and thanks for all your comments - please keep them coming. Our blog is all about connecting and letting you know we’re here for you! So here’s something you may not know about me… I watch way too much HGTV, especially the show “Fixer Upper”, and anything about C

I’ve never been a fan of the term “reinventing myself”. Sure - I get the meaning – but it sounds so contrived and spontaneous, sort of like waking up one morning and deciding “Hey, I think I’ll be a surgeon today” or going into the witness protection program. What I do believe in, however, is that life sometimes reinvents us. A common thread that runs through everything we do for years one day presents itself as a well-worn garment. Once recognized, pursuing it is authent

So, I have some of the sweetest, bestest friends in the world. They love and support me like nobody’s business. We love to chat about what’s going on in our lives, with kids, husbands, boyfriends, jobs. We love to encourage each other in the tough times. But I have to say that in the area of keeping each other accountable to tough goals, we definitely fall short. Failure to keep each other accountable happens not because of a lack of love and care. In fact, it is often be

I wrote a post a few weeks ago about time management that I was pretty proud of. I got some awesome feedback and encouraging words from people that I hold in really high regard. But one note stuck out among the rest that has stayed with me and really made me think about the advice I shared. The comment was something like “that sounds nice, but that just isn’t where I am right now. There is no way with children/life that I could possibly do that.” Ouch. While I definitely

Y’all, I just saw the funniest little “meme” on Facebook today. You know, those little cartoons that say things in a straightforward way that we usually have to skirt around in polite conversation. Well, this one said something along the lines of “My New Year’s resolution was to lose 10 pounds. Only 15 to go!” I laughed at that one because it is so, so true! We set out with the best of intentions, but as the days and weeks and months progress, we end up in a hole deeper