Sweat, Dirt & Determination:

My Backyard Bug Battle!

Let me just say it, I’m tired of being a walking buffet for mosquitoes and a potential target for ticks. The backyard may look peaceful, but trust me, it’s a battlefield.

This week, I decided enough was enough. I loaded up on citronella, lavender, mint, and lemongrass—natural plants known to help deter both mosquitoes and ticks. I had this whole peaceful planting session in mind… until reality hit.

Digging through the thick, root-filled ground was a nightmare. So, I brought out the Auger – aka the big guns. It was sweaty, humid, and honestly kind of ridiculous. My daughter even had to jump in and help me wrangle the thing. (Teamwork makes the dream work, right?)

We finally got the holes dug and the plants in. And just as I started to feel hopeful… a mosquito landed on me.

Seriously?

But I’m still holding onto hope that once these plants settle in, they’ll help reclaim our backyard from the creepy crawlers. I may be covered in bites now, but I’ve got lavender on my side and a really strong Auger.


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Still Unpacking and Still Processing

Some boxes aren’t just cardboard. Some are emotional.

It’s been four weeks since the move, and I still have a bedroom full of boxes. Cluttered corners. Stacks that make me sigh just looking at them. Every morning I wake up and think: I just want my room back. My space. My peace. My normal.

But the truth is, moving across the country meant leaving a lot behind, not just things, but pieces of a life that held meaning. It’s honestly mind-blowing how much we had to let go of back in Tahoe. Furniture. Keepsakes. Familiar comforts. Even my daughter’s car had to stay behind… until now.

Thanks to my dad, her car is finally on a transport truck headed for Maryland — so she’ll have wheels for college. That moment gave me a breath of relief, a tiny win in the middle of this chaos. Because even when it feels like everything is too much, little wins still matter. And that car will give my daughter a little more freedom to explore as well as not rely on me to take her to school at the end of August.

The truth is, it’s not easy. I’m over the mess. I’m over the boxes. I want my room back. And I want to feel settled, not constantly like I’m digging for socks or that one charger that’s still hiding somewhere under a pile labeled “Misc. Bedroom.”

Unpacking is exhausting. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. I’m realizing it’s not just about stuff. It’s about letting go and starting over while still holding the weight of everything that came before.

Maryland is a fresh start, yes. But new beginnings come with growing pains. And sometimes, a bedroom full of clutter feels like a reminder that I’m still in the middle of it.

But here’s the thing: boxes don’t stay forever. They will get unpacked. My room will feel like mine again. And this chapter — even with all its messiness — will be part of the story I one day look back on with pride.

One box at a time. One breath at a time.


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Untethered from the Clock: Our Snail-paced Shift to East Coast Time

It’s late. Or at least the clock says it is nearing 4:00 a.m. and I am finally getting tired. Since landing on the East Coast, the kids and I have been floating between time zones, slipping into a rhythm that doesn’t match the world outside our windows.

We don’t have a schedule right now. No alarms, no early meetings or school bells. We sleep when we’re tired, wake when we’re ready. Dinner somehow always lands around 9 p.m., though we never plan it that way. It just… happens.

And maybe that’s okay.

There’s a quiet kind of peace in not rushing to reset. In letting our bodies and minds adjust in their own time. I know structure will return soon. But for now, I’m leaning into the in-between—this soft space between what was and what’s coming.

We’re not lost. We’re just resting. Recalibrating.

And slowly, gently, we’ll find our new rhythm here in Maryland.


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The Itch I Didn’t Pack For…

If you told me a few months ago that I’d be dealing with ticks in my house, I would’ve laughed and probably made a face. But here we are.

Back in Tahoe, fleas and ticks just weren’t part of daily life. I never had to think about them. But now that we’re in Maryland? I’ve already found three ticks inside the house. It’s giving me that mental itchiness you can’t quite shake. You know where you’re not even sure if something’s crawling on you, but your brain says “probably.” The stupid phantom feelings, LOL.

It’s not just ticks either. The mosquitoes here have made me their personal buffet. I’m completely covered in bites, and I’ve just about had it. The kids are fine (I haven’t put anything on them), and the cats are indoor-only, so they’ve been spared. Me? Not so lucky.

So, I’m trying the natural route. I’ve started using essential oils in the yard, and I’ve been working on planting herbs outside that are supposed to help repel ticks and fleas, like Rosemary, Mint, and Lavender. I also ordered a product called No-Bite off Amazon, hoping it’ll give me some kind of relief. No chemicals, no bug sprays on the kids — just me trying to keep the bugs off my body and out of my space without losing my mind. I even ordered the Wondercide Flea & Tick Concentrate for Yard & Garden and sprayed the whole backyard the other day. Not totally sure I did it right or if I used enough, because I still found a tick in the house today. So… yeah. I’m learning as I go. Maybe I need a second round, or maybe the ticks didn’t get the memo yet.

No one warned me about this part of East Coast living. The trees are beautiful. The air is soft. The backyard is green and alive… but so are the bugs.

Still, I wouldn’t trade the peace we’ve found here. I just didn’t expect to be sharing it with quite so many six-legged roommates.

One bite, one oil blend, and one deep breath at a time.


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Letting Go, Holding On, and Hoping for the Best

When we left for Maryland, we had to leave Alex’s car behind. The engine had a knocking sound, and the dealership service department told us point blank: “It’s not going to make it across the country.” So we made a tough decision and left the car behind, hoping my dad could sell it.

But life is funny. Over the last few weeks, both my dad and my brother drove the car around town. The knocking sound? Gone. Just like that, the thing we thought was finished suddenly had a little more life left in it.

Now, the car is finally on a transport truck headed our way, and we’re hoping to have it by the end of the month. It’s a huge weight off my chest.

I’ve been so stressed about how I’d get another car for Alex in time for college. Her classes start at the end of August, and without that car, I honestly don’t know what we would’ve done. I’m not working yet, and if I do get a job, there’s no way I can drive her to school every day and make it work.

So much of this move has been built on trust, trusting that things will work out, even if I don’t know how yet. We left more than just that car behind. I left furniture, memories, routines… and a lot of my heart in Tahoe. But slowly, little pieces of our old life are finding their way to us again, reminding me that even in all this change, we’re still being carried.


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What It’s Really Like to Move as a Single Mom across the country with Teens

I never imagined starting over in my 50s, let alone doing it with three teenagers in tow. But life has a funny way of pushing us where we’re meant to be, even when it’s uncomfortable.

Moving across the country from the mountains of Lake Tahoe to a small town in Maryland wasn’t a decision I made lightly. It came from a place of love, necessity, and hope for a better life. But I won’t sugarcoat it – this kind of transition isn’t easy, especially not with teens.

Each one of my kids handled the news differently.

My daughter was the first to see the opportunity, a fresh start. But even with her excitement came the sadness of leaving behind everything she’s ever known.

My boys? They’re still processing. One is nervous about making new friends, and the other is just quiet about it all, but I see it in their eyes. The loss of routine, the fear of the unknown, the ache of goodbye… it lives in the spaces between their words. And I feel it, too.

When you’re a single mom, especially one with full custody, you become the anchor, the compass, and sometimes the lifeboat. My job isn’t just to pack up a house or secure a job in a new state (which I don’t have as of yet) – – it’s to carry their emotions alongside mine.

Some days I’m up early making sure their new school forms are in, their IDs are processed, and other days, I’m sitting on the back porch with one of them, just listening, because they don’t always need answers. Sometimes, they just need me to be still with them in the storm.

There’s grief in starting over. Grief for the life we thought we were building. Grief for the relationship that didn’t work out. But there’s also grace. Grace in knowing I get to choose again. Grace in watching my kids grow stronger, even when they don’t realize they are.

Over the last 3 weeks, I’ve had to relearn how to cook at sea level, figure out new school systems, budget like never before, and tap into a kind of resilience I didn’t know I had. And through it all, I’ve reminded myself, we’re not broken… we’re just building something new.

Even with all the hard moments, I wouldn’t change this decision. This move is about creating stability, safety, and space to breathe. It’s about opening new doors for my kids, and yes – finally for myself too.

And maybe that’s what this new chapter is really about. New roads. New stories. New adventures.


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New Roads, New Stories: Rebuilding My Life on the East Coast

Leaving Tahoe wasn’t easy. I had built a life there – raised my kids, worked in the schools, and grew through some of the hardest and most meaningful years of my life. But after everything we’d been through, I knew it was time for a fresh start. So here my kids and I are, in Maryland. A new place. A new chapter.

The air feels heavier here, and the sounds are different — no more mountain wind or the hush of snow falling. Now it’s trains in the distance, crickets at night, and birds I don’t recognize yet. There’s a lot of green. A lot of space. It’s quiet in a new way.

This move wasn’t just about changing where we live. It was about rebuilding. Slowing down. Breathing differently. Letting go of old weight and figuring out how to feel grounded again. I’m still learning. We all are.

I decided to start this blog back up because writing helps me process things. And maybe someone out there is going through their own kind of “starting over” too. So I’ll share the real stuff – the messy, the funny, the unexpected moments – and the things that are helping me settle into this new life.

It’s different here. But that’s the point.


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Gluten Free Yellow Layer Cake with Brownie middle and Buttercream Frosting

My mom’s birthday was coming up and as always I make her, her birthday cake. This year I went the easy route and used boxed cake mix and a boxed brownie mix.

The brownie layers perfectly complimented the yellow cake. The cake truly turned out pretty and very tasty!

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I am sharing this semi-homemade version of the recipe here. That is one box of gluten free yellow cake and one box of gluten free brownie mix. You can even use canned frosting if you didn’t even want to make that. Regardless, you can most definitely make this from scratch! AND – You can always use my favorite From-Scratch Gluten Free Brownie Recipe.

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Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Pie

On National Pi day I decided to make a Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Pie for the family. Well the pie came out delicious and the kids demanded the leftover pie be their dessert in their school lunches!! So yeah, I think I did well! Deliciously well!

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Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Pie

INGREDIENTS

2 unbaked gluten free 9-inch pie shells*
3 large eggs
1/2 cup all-purpose gluten free flour
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened
1 cup (6 oz.) NESTLÉ® TOLL HOUSE® Semi-Sweet Chocolate Morsels

Directions:

  1. PREHEAT oven to 325° F.
  2. BEAT eggs in large mixer bowl on high speed until foamy. Beat in flour, granulated sugar and brown sugar. Beat in butter. Stir in morsels and nuts. Spoon 1/2 of mixture into first pie shell and then remainder of mixture into the second pie shell.
  3. BAKE both pies for 55 to 60 minutes or until knife inserted halfway between edge and center comes out clean. Cool on wire rack.

* If using frozen pie shell, thaw completely.

 


Adapted from NESTLÉ® TOLL HOUSE® Chocolate Chip Pie

 

Life certainly has been busy, as always!

I know my life has always been busy. And certainly Scouting is a big part of that craziness! AND January through March is insane because of Girl Scout Cookie Season! And then we are doing everything else in between the cookie madness!

As of February, birthday season is officially over until November! My two son’s birthdays are 5 days apart followed by mine a week later! Yeah, this is the time of year that I am sick of cake…

Aden turned 8 and Arik turned 6…. and well lets just say I am now in my mid-40s! Ack, how did that one happen!?

But before all the birthdays happened Alex had a Girl Scout event at the Discovery Museum. To clarify, Alex and I attended a Girl Scouts overnight event at the Discovery Museum.

It was a very fun event and so glad as a Co-leader I was able to be there for the Girls and have some fun time with my number one girl! Oh did I mention that I built a fort for Addy (Alex’s BFF), Alex and I to sleep in, LOL!

While Alex and her friends had a blast — I was so tired. I woke up with a stiff neck and headache from sleeping on the floor and I ended up being so tired when I got home that I ate lunch and took a 3-hour nap!!!

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