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Growing Up With Bobby and Bebe: A Series

Agree to Disagree

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When my parents moved to Colorado 6 years ago, they drove in from Phoenix and walked in my front door into the kitchen where I was standing at the sink. I heard in my heart (when God tells me something, it’s something smarter than I could have thought of…), “They are here for the rest of their lives and your job is simply to love them, not try to change them.”

I think I literally glanced up at the ceiling trying to get eye contact with God, as well as position my ear better to hear the response to my rebuttal, “Even my Dad?!”   [Read more…]

I Had a Dream

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Right before waking up this morning, I dreamt a friend and I were standing in the middle of a four-lane road with cars flying by in either direction. We were discussing the vital importance of practicing the act of writing for 20 minutes everyday, no matter what…

And then I woke up

Prior to waking up and prior to standing in the middle of the road, where I was, incidentally, holding a vintage typewriter under one arm, I had been at a beautiful gathering of writers and journalists who were sitting at tables together, sharing and listening. [Read more…]

Speak: Contemplation

Speak love. Speak it with, and without, words.

Speak love. Speak it with, and without, words.

I’ve been contemplating many things for quite some time and the more I keep it in, I feel I may implode.

Why have I held these things in rather than go with my usual mode of verbally processing my thoughts to whomever may be in the room or on the other end of the phone? To be fair, my husband would attest to me processing these with him over the years, and each time he reminds me, “Adrienne, THIS is the content of your book. Write it. Write it down. People need to hear.” I love him and need him to say this to me, especially since writing it down is part of the equation: In order NOT to implode I must write these things down and get on with living.

So, again, why have I shared these thoughts I ponder day in and day out with only a few?

Open confession: I’ve feared segments of Christendom. [Read more…]

Hospice: An Interview, Part 3

Thoughts on marriage and cancer…

As we’ve emailed back and forth, Mandy and Jay and I have talked about how “cancer” is definitely something woven throughout their love story and how it’s affected choices they have made as it relates to their marriage, friendship, and commitment to one another. Today’s interview is a glimpse into the part where “in sickness and in health” has been put to the test. How do marriages survive hardship, disappointment and tragedy? Can they make it through?! The wisdom and insight Mandy and Jay share is priceless advice whether a terminal illness is part of the recipe or not! We’d all be the wiser for putting into practice some of the examples of unconditional love these guys display. [Read more…]

Hospice: An Interview, Part 2

On Tuesday, my sweet doctor made the call we didn’t want to make – she called hospice. Within a few hours of returning home, hospice was calling us. We scheduled the admission for Thursday. My case nurse and an administrator arrived at our home with sweet smiles and soft spirits. At the kitchen tablewhere all important discussions are required to take place – we talked about the ins and outs of all things hospice.” – Mandy Smith, from her blog post on August 19th, 2016

This is what true love looks like on some days.

This is what true love looks like on some days.

Merriam-Webster defines hospice as:

  • : a place that provides care for people who are dying

  • : a place where travelers can stay; especially : an inn kept by people in a religious organization

  • :  a facility or program designed to provide a caring environment for meeting the physical and emotional needs of the terminally ill

The word “travelers” is truly sacred here as I am reminded we are on a journey, and Earth is one of the stops on the itinerary. Personally, my experience with hospice caregivers is, if they aren’t angels among us, they are indeed miracle workers who somehow breathe life and nurture love into end of life situations. The depth of emotional care hospice caregivers provide is so profound, it’s not just for the patient but for all who are affected by the death of their loved one, too. I wonder why health care in America doesn’t first start out with them (maybe under an alias title without the premise of nearing death), solely for the miraculous nurturing they offer rather than all the scary tests and what if’s most people face in routine medicine? [Read more…]

Hospice: An Interview, Part 1

My dream job, like if I could do ANYTHING on this earth, is to hear the story of every person I come in contact with…no one is a stranger to me and everyone matters. It would be kind of like Brandon Stanton, founder of HONY, except I’d just be myself, obviously, and it would be humans of wherever (HOW?), asking questions and listening, even when, and maybe especially when, it’s hard. We would exchange stories, and in doing so, further make known God’s love, first because of what Jesus did for mankind, second because we defied the darkness and went ahead and shared our stories, all the messes included.

I always say if a smarter thought pops into your head than you could think of, that was God talking. Well, over the last few years that’s been the case with a friend from high school and his wife. I will be driving along and their names or faces will come to mind, so I pray. Some of those times I’ve reached out to his wife to just let her know she was on my heart. So, when I found myself driving around our new city of Nashville recently, coming up with full interview questions for them, I first thought, “Well, maybe Jay and Mandy don’t really want to talk about their journey, or her cancer diagnosis, or the fact that hospice is just around the bend…” Then I remembered my dad’s words, “It never hurts to ask,” and so I reached out to them… [Read more…]

Speak Love: A Series on Semantics

I heard this recently from someone concerned about Target restrooms and transgender persons and homosexuality and how important it was that people know their sins, because, “Life is short and what if they were to die tomorrow and not know they were sinners who needed a Savior?”

They were talking about an opportunity they had to talk to someone they just met about their sexuality. I listened, “Life is short, and if they were to die, what if I hadn’t taken those 5 minutes to share the Truth about their sin?”

The problem is, that isn’t the Gospel. It’s NOT the Good News, nor is it the original message Jesus pointed back to in God’s Garden. Rather, it’s a strategy, approach, and delivery of many Christians skewed by fear, fear which has snowballed into a messy slop of anxious evangelism, the opposite of the way Jesus approached His, “God WITH us,” day to day ministry. To a degree, Christianity and the Church have lapsed back into a state of religion rather than pushed on through to its original design of intimacy and freedom with God. It’s become more “us vs. them…get them into our camp…have everyone believe all the exact same things and act the specific ways we’ve mapped out so people will know us by our behavior…” rather than recognize us by our Love. Sadly, some people don’t want to have anything to do with God, which is the opposite intent of the Christian in the first place. Delivery matters…

I was asked if I even thought homosexuality was a sin, was told what the Bible says, and could open “Bible app” in case I needed to see for myself.

I listened. In my head a scenario played out of the Savior of the world kneeling down, drawing something in the dirt, waiting for sin-free people to cast stones at a woman “caught” in adultery…you know, because she didn’t know what she had done. And I wondered, “What if he was a cheating, lying, tax-evading, gossiping, animal beating, drunken drug dealer, who was also gay? Seriously, which thing should I choose to address in these 5 minutes, if this, in fact, is how we are called to steward 5 minutes with strangers we meet…? And while I’m at it, what sins of mine should I go ahead and confess to him, since I suppose I could die, too…?”

You see, I know life is short. Time is my love language and 5 minutes can mean the world. I know people can die between breaths…between the last time you talked, before you get a chance to wake up another day…but mentally and emotionally functioning through a filter of anxiousness and fear, that the world needs to be made aware of their sinful nature before they meet their Maker because they could die in the next 5 minutes, well, I can’t seem to draw the correlation between that and the commission to declare, “Good News!,” the Good News Jesus came embodying of God’s unconditional love for a hurting world. The Bible isn’t a machine gun to point at sinners. And Jesus didn’t come declaring, “In YO face, suckas!”

Nope. I wasn’t created with a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and sound mind. I won’t let fear push me around, no matter how “righteous” it looks.

So then I was asked,

“What would you say if you knew you only had 5 minutes with a person?
What if they were going to die the next day?
What would you say to them?”

What a humbling question! To even ponder the choice and precious words leaves me a bit wrecked and in awe…I will tell you, my experience with Noah radically changed this very “5-minute scenario” for me, as well as my perspective on life, and death, and loving God, myself, and others.

You see, if I knew a person still had 5 minutes to LIVE, I would hopefully savor the opportunity to speak this, if anything at all…:

“For sake of argument, let’s start with a clean slate, forget any preconceived notions, beliefs or disbeliefs.
Let’s pretend there is a God and He is really, really, really, really, so very Good.
Everything He ever did was miraculously Good and born out of love and creativity,
and the day He made YOU, in His image no less,
He said, ‘Oh Goodness, Me! SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOD!

Speak love. Speak it with, and without, words.

Speak love. Speak it with, and without, words.

That way, if the person died at the end of 5 minutes, they would know Who it was they would be meeting on the other side of life on earth…the Very One who designed them, knows them best, and loves them dearly, and the two of them would have their “none of our business” conversation. There would be no need for fear because the last thing the person this side of death would know their value and worth and it was their loving, heavenly Father greeting them…

…and I just have to trust and believe God’s BIG ENOUGH to handle the details from there…

HOW THEN SHALL WE LIVE?  Every minute of every day is potentially the last 5 minutes for anyone…we all know how much we fail on any given day, which is why, I believe, Jesus said the greatest of all the things, rules, directives for life wasn’t to cast stones, call out sins, or compete and compare on a scale of religious righteousness and law-keeping, but to LOVE.

Love God. Love ourselves. Love others.

“Just keep asking God what you are supposed to do
and then be found doing it.”
Betty Biebel

 

Our Next Adventure

So, I’ve drafted a few versions of this. One is the detailed version that doesn’t leave out any specifics, emotions, or thorough history. Another is the elevator answer. And then there’s this one for sake of time and sanity and also so I stop procrastinating from the inevitable of purging and packing once again:

The Graveswolds are moving to Nashville this weekend!

Short answer: We don’t really know. We just know an undeniable door has been opened to us and we feel God leading us down that way for this new season. We’ve only been there twice before, and those trips for me, at least, were in May and June of this year. Nashville had been on my heart for about 10 years but I didn’t really know why…so, I just prayed for friends I knew there and for God’s love to be poured out there.

Anyway, we’ve been praying about what our family values as it relates to time, love, life, serving, and experiences. We knew we didn’t want to spend our lives in the car commuting kids to and fro because: life is short. And we really wanted to be involved in their schools and with their friends and their families. Our desire for a smaller radius of life for school, community, and service, and convenience to an airport for Jason were key. And accessibility to creativity and team collaboration was one of my big needs.

While we were in Nashville checking out the city the first week of June, friends encouraged us to apply at a wonderful school, K-12, which was a big leap for Jason and me since financially it wasn’t feasible. (***SOOOO many details leaving out for sake of time…) Then, after spending the rest of the month in Denver with family, they called to tell us they had spots for both kids and offered generous scholarships. Jason and I have been a bit verklempt ever since…humbled they would make room for our kids, so excited and grateful for the awesome experience available to them, and us as a family. So, we took that as a door flung open and are walking on through. We’ll rent an Airbnb for a few months while we get them rolling in their school routine and Jason and I will search the area for the right space for us to put down a few roots. I’m really excited because I’ve decided to relocate my non-profit down there, as well, so am looking forward to get back to 1/2 or 3/4 time work this fall.

 

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That’s the short version and the only one I have time to share at this moment! We are so excited and hope our journey and yours will continue to overlap in the future! Many thanks for the love and prayers and cheers and support over the last couple years while we wandered a bit.

I suppose I’ll need to brush up on my accent and , “Y’all!”

 

I’m the New HGTV Star

Okay, before you read further, I jest. I’m not the new HGTV star, but I have recently put on a new hat, a hard hat at that, and have kind of naturally slid into the role of General Contractor on a remodel. Blue prints are in my DNA and I think I might have a new itch…

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“Knock out that wall. Knock out that wall. And knock out that farging wall…” – name that movie?! First one to list the name of the movie in the comments, I’ll ship you a tape measure key chain.

Let me share more details…

So, as some of you know, we “ran away from home” what is now almost a year and a half ago. And by “ran away” I mean, we, the “Graveswolds” as we sometimes ridiculously refer to ourselves, decided that because Jason worked from home, and “home” is wherever the 4 of us are, it would be an awesome idea to sell most of our belongings, house included, and spend a season in “flexibility.” This time has included stays in Colorado, California, South Dakota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Minnesota, France, Hawaii, Australia, an overnight in Nebraska where I got to hear and meet the raw-thentic Glennon Doyle Melton, and an upcoming trip for me (the #loneviajera) for the first time ever to Nashville, TN, for some serious girlfriend time and a hunormous Bevy brainstorm with our new CEO (details on that later…). This doesn’t include all the trips Jason’s taken on his own for work, but it’s at least given us the opportunity as a family to tag along once in a while and be together.

Anyway, part of our time in SD has been to reconnect with old friends, apparently make great new ones, and hang out with Jason’s mom, who has been a widow now for 18 years, as she retires. Prior to her leaving for what will be most of this semester to be with one of Jason’s sisters and her family in a time of need, she invited me to meet her for coffee at Caribou, aka, my office.

She has been wanting to update some things in her home for several years, to make it less maintenance for when we all gather in the summer and as she travels more, but she worked full-time and has been on the go quite a bit as bonus grandma of the century, so hasn’t had time to do it. Having known me for 25 years now, and knowing I’m the daughter of a builder and LOVE remodeling and design, she asked me at the coffee shop if I’d go ahead and remodel her house while she was out of town. She told me she trusted me and to go for it!

WHAT KIND OF AWESOME MOTHER-IN-LAW DOES THAT?! 

MINE!

(NAH, nah, NAH, NAH, nah!) (Just joking…)

So, I called a local contractor in January to see if he had some time to do a few minor structural things…because, I knock out and rearrange walls in my head all the time when I walk into spaces. It must be in my genetic makeup…Anyway, we emailed back and forth, crunched some numbers, and he lined up a few sub-contractors for some of the jobs, but I told him I also had a few subs I had learned about in town and would be contacting them for references and price comparisons.

Can I just tell you, I’m KIND OF having a blast!!!!

I now know a great tile guy, an incredible taper, sheetrocker, painter, hard working contractors and carpenters and gas-line guys. As the daughter of a builder, I watched and observed the process over the years. Our dad would take us to his job sites once in a while and it would be fascinating to see a home, resort, neighborhood, or commercial property go from ground break to foundation to plumbing to lumber and electrical to sheetrock to finishes, etc, etc. I loved my dad’s big pale green drafting board and the rolls of old blue prints stacked in the corner. My sisters and I grew up sketching floor plans and flipping through Architectural Digest and appreciating the beautiful design and construction of landmarks, rather than necessarily paying attention to where or what we were visiting.

I loved, then, watching my mom walk in and choose finishes and design elements, then see all of it come together. Decorating and staging was one of my mom’s favorite jobs, so seeing a place my dad had built eventually transform into a home, either for us or for sale, was simply part of my upbringing. As I look back at memories of my childhood I can trace my lifeline according to which house we lived in, in which city or state, and by the decor. Much of it traveled with us, like my mom’s blue and white china, my antique sleigh bed, and the old hutch that was my parents first piece of furniture. But one reason this season of travel and uprooting was an easy idea for me was that, no matter where we lived and which things made it to the next house or not, my family was always there.

Anyway, I’m waxing nostalgic and what I meant for this post was to share a bit of show and tell of the process of what I’ve been up to over the last 2 months. The job should wrap up in the next month, fingers crossed, but this is kind of why I haven’t been faithful to my other love, writing, as of recent…

(*Disclaimer: I have moved around 30x and have become quite efficient at purging and packing up rooms, and, as a result, didn’t take pictures BEFORE, before, where the house looked all pretty the way my MIL usually has it decorated. I had already packed up breakables and artwork from the wall, but you can get the gist of it…)

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My MIL LOVES the ocean/water/sunlight like no other woman I’ve ever known, so the vision behind the transformation you will see is to bring in as much light space as possible. Watch the walls and ceiling progress…

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Life at Nana’s has been fun for these two. Living on a lake? Yes, please!

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See the cold air return on that wall to the left. Well, that’s the place I thought it would be perfect to smash through and make the new entrance to the hallway/bathroom/bedroom area, rather than through the kitchen where it was previously.

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A little tough to tell because I had emptied the fridge already and the doors are open, but there is a doorway to the right of the fridge, as well as a short wall behind it. My vision was to eliminate the soffits in the kitchen to create ceiling height/space. Also, the fireplace had a wood burning insert in it that hadn’t been used for almost 20 years, so the vision was to convert it to gas and modernize the brick facade.

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Graveswold family dog pile heap of exhaustion and the night we moved down the lake to a friend’s cabin.

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One of my favorite things on a job site! Evidence of sweat and hard work!

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I asked my MIL what her dream was for her space. Her DREAM, dream kind of included a whole new roof. BUT, instead we created light and height and space by cutting in a second skylight, removing soffits and that small wall behind the fridge, and opening up the space between kitchen and great room. (Prouty Construction, South Dakota)

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Jason was savvy selling even the cabinets to someone else in town who was able to use them. New to you!

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You can see on the far left of the photo where we created a new hallway.

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Where you see the two new sheets of drywall is where there was once the back of a closet and a doorway to the hall. Also, yep, under the ladder which was where the former apartment sized dishwasher was, we replaced sub-flooring.

Be sure to tune in again…there’s more progress to see!

Some of My Life Hacks

Have you ever seen or read one of those posts that goes viral filled with life hacks and helpful, useful tips for living? Well, this isn’t one of those, but I thought it would be fun to share a couple of my life hacks and a few of my favorite things. While searching for a visual and some links for this post, I came across the following diagram for making shadow hand puppets. This is brilliant! Ryan and I have tapped out with ducks, butterflies, crocodiles and spiders, so I’m excited to bring out a few of these show stoppers when I tuck him in tonight.

Handpuppet Hacks

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This next one, of course, I’m TOTALLY using…

A hole in your pants?

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Oh. My. Word. Just, ohmyword! WHAT THE WHAT?!

Anyway, here are mine in no particular order. I hope some will help you one day.

Jar impossible to open?

Save the rubberband from your broccoli and keep it handy in the kitchen for opening tight fitting lids on jars. Works like a charm. And it's particularly helpful when I'm having pain in my hands and wrists from arthritis. Cost: depends on your local grocer.

Save the rubberband from your broccoli and keep it handy in a kitchen drawer for opening tight fitting lids on jars. Works like a charm. And it’s particularly helpful when I’m having pain in my hands and wrists from arthritis. Not only do you get the satisfaction of opening a jar, but you know you’ve eaten your veggies…double win! Cost: depends on your local grocer.

Simple, earth-friendly storage bins

Use blueberry bins from the farmers market or grocer to store other essentials in the linen closet, or for crayons for kids, or lipsticks/lotions/keys on the counter. I just think they are cute and I love how easily they slip into cupboards. Cost: a pint of berries.

Use blueberry bins from the farmers market or grocer to store essentials in the bathroom or linen closet, or for crayons for kids, or lipsticks/lotions/keys on the counter. When the Gravewolds aren’t vagabonding, I use these and egg cartons to hold my jewelry making design supplies. I just think they are cute and I love how easily they slip into cupboards. Cost: a pint of berries.

Convenient headphone storage

Have you ever gotten a favorite tin of mints, eaten them all and then thrown the tin away? Or in some boxes of tea at the holidays, small travel teabag tins are included with purchase. Well, they are the perfect size for coiling your headphones and slipping them into your purse or a computer bag. The minty smell wears off eventually, but I suppose you could keep one curiously strong mint in there for nostalgia.

Have you ever gotten a favorite tin of mints, eaten them all and then thrown the tin away? Or in some boxes of tea at the holidays, small travel teabag tins are included with purchase. Well, they are the perfect size for coiling your headphones and slipping them into your purse or a computer bag. The minty smell wears off eventually, but I suppose you could keep one curiously strong mint in there for nostalgia. Cost: a tin of mints or free with the purchase of a box of teabags from some companies.

Small bathroom storage solution

My little sister taught me this trick. She is the queen of organization, efficient use of space, and optimal living with minimal excess. This would have been brilliant as one of three girls growing up wrestling for the bathroom. Use an over the door/back of the door, shoe hanger and hang it on the back of your bathroom door or linen closet door for easy access to bathroom essentials. The height of the shoe slots is nice for tall lotions, hairspray, hair grooming things like scissors and shavers. It comes in very handy for us as the Graveswolds all using one bathroom that only has two drawers in the vanity. PS, even though canvas is nicer looking or the clear plastic ones you can see through, I chose a mesh hanger for 2 reasons: one, I wanted to see what I needed easily, and two, it's easier to clean if there is a spill. Cost: they range from $12 on up.

My little sister taught me this trick. She is the queen of organization, efficient use of space, and optimal living with minimal excess. This would have been brilliant as one of three girls growing up wrestling for the bathroom. Use an over the door/back of the door, shoe hanger and hang it on the back of your bathroom door or linen closet door for easy access to bathroom essentials. The height of the shoe slots is nice for tall lotions, hairspray, hair grooming things like scissors and shavers. It comes in very handy for us as the Graveswolds all using one bathroom that only has two drawers in the vanity. PS, even though canvas is nicer looking or the clear plastic ones you can see through, I chose a mesh hanger for 2 reasons: one, I wanted to see what I needed easily, and two, it’s easier to clean if there is a spill. Cost: they range from $12 on up.

Simple bag clips

This particular clothesline clip was painted green, but my kitchen is usually filled with the plain wood natural ones. I use them for closing up bags of chips and food in the pantry and refrigerator and freezer. I personally am not a fan of things that say, "Chip Clip" and are wonky, chunky big plastic monsters that close the deal. A simple, basic, and effective little wooden clothesline clip that has stood the test of time...I'm a fan of those things.

This particular clothesline clip was painted green, but my kitchen is usually filled with the plain wood basic ones. I use them for closing up bags of chips and food in the pantry and refrigerator and freezer. I personally am not a fan of those giant, “Chip Clips” that are wonky, chunky big plastic monsters of inconsistent shapes and sizes. A simple, basic, and effective little wooden clothesline clip that has stood the test of time…I’m a fan of those things and anything that resembles them. Cost: $2-3 for 2 dozen+

The Ultimate Natural Deodorant

Oh. My. Word! Can I just tell you that this deodorant has changed my life! My friend Amy remembered my search for the perfect natural deodorant and bought me a little tub...either that or she got a whiff of me one day and just said she bought some for me while she was buying some for herself. Either way, it's the best in my whole world! For anyone who remembers, the stainless bar actually does eliminate odors, but I've discovered it actually works better ON the actual armpits of one of my shirts in combination with this deodorant cream from Soapwalla. Cost: priceless not to stink, but $14.

Oh. My. Word! Can I just tell you that this deodorant has changed my life! My friend Amy remembered my search for the perfect natural deodorant and bought me a little tub…either that or she got a whiff of me one day and just said she bought some for me while she was buying some for herself. Either way, it’s the best in my whole world! For anyone who remembers, the stainless bar actually does eliminate odors, but I’ve discovered it actually works better ON the actual armpits of one of my shirts in combination with this deodorant cream from Soapwalla. Cost: priceless not to stink, but $14.

If the Greeks have Windex, I have sodium bicarbonate

I mean, what more can one possibly say about sodium bicarbonate?! If the Greeks have Windex, I have sodium bicarbonate, baby. I use this every. single. day. I brush my teeth with it two times a day. I use it to clean the toilet, tub, sink...the kitchen sink. Jason just used it to clean a very dirty inner lining on his baseball cap. I've shaken it into the floor mats in my car to soak up smell and moisture. It cleans burnt on food off of pans with some elbow grease. It takes the dark marks left from pots and pans in ceramic sinks right off. And. And. And...besides brushing my teeth with it, my favorite use for it is when I've eaten something that doesn't set right in my stomach. I scoop a heaping teaspoon of it into my mouth and swig it down with half a glass of water. Then, within a minute or so, I burp like a college frat boy and my belly feels amazeballs. True story. It's an alkalizer and it works without any other ingredients.

I mean, what more can one possibly say about sodium bicarbonate?! If the Greeks have Windex, I have sodium bicarbonate, baby. I use this every. single. day. I brush my teeth with it two times a day. I actually use it to clean EVERYTHING and the kitchen sink. Jason just used it to clean a very dirty inner lining on his baseball cap. I’ve shaken it into the floor mats in my car to soak up smell and moisture. It cleans burnt on food off pans with some elbow grease. It takes the dark marks left from pots and pans in ceramic sinks right off. Soap scum is no threat to baking soda! And. And. And…besides brushing my teeth with it, my favorite use for it is when I’ve eaten something that doesn’t set right in my stomach. I scoop a heaping teaspoon of it into my mouth and swig it down with half a glass of water. Then, within a minute or so, I burp like a college frat boy and my belly feels amazeballs. True story. I just did it after the Superbowl because, well, nachos! It’s an alkalizer and it works without any other ingredients. Cost: depends on size you buy and brand, but generally starts at around $2.25 and runs up to $30.

Inflammation issues?

One, how pretty is this mug one of my dear friends gave me?! She said it made her think of my mom, who loved blue and white china, so she knew I'd love to sip tea from it. She was right! Thanks, Bina! Anyway, I drink about 4-6 cups of tea a day. To stave off inflammation in my body I add a tincture of tumeric to my ginger tea for a bit of spice rather than OTC drugs.

One, how pretty is this mug my friend Bina gave me?! She said it made her think of my mom, who loved blue and white china, so she knew I’d love to sip tea from it. She was right! Anyway, I drink about 4-6 cups of all sorts of different teas a day. To stave off inflammation in my body I add a tincture of turmeric to my ginger tea for a bit of spice rather than OTC drugs. Cost: depending on the store and size, the tincture extract bottles, (this one is 1oz) run anywhere from $10-15. (not meant to prescribe or diagnose, I’m not a health professional, I’m just sharing my hacks. Listen to your body to know what works for you.)

Avoiding/hate reading the Bible?

Reading the Bible isn't necessarily a life hack, but there are a lot of things in it that equip me

Reading the Bible isn’t necessarily a life hack, but there are a lot of things in it that equip me for life, encourage my soul, and draw me to a quiet place akin to the original Garden where I can hear God’s heart of unconditional and relational love over me and for mankind. I don’t speak old English, nor can I read Hebrew or Aramaic, and I had read and studied the New International Version through and through for 25 years. On my 40th birthday a while ago, ahem, I received this from Jason and Em and have been both reading it and listening to the audio version. If you’ve ever shied away from reading the Bible for whatever reasons, The Message//Remix compiled by Eugene Peterson could be the read you are looking for. Peterson is brilliant to make this his life work. And if you aren’t familiar with Bible reading in general, here are some hints: I like to have some colored pencils nearby when I read to highlight passages or sentences that speak to me, as well as a notebook to write it down and get it one step deeper into my head and heart. Where do you even begin reading? I like to point people to the first book, Genesis, chapters 1-3, then over to the New Testament to the book of John, chapters 1-4, and then a couple books prior to that in Matthew. Also, near the middle of the Bible there is a book called Proverbs that is thick with wise advice. There are 31 chapters in it, so it’s a good place to start and read just one a day. No matter what, there’s no shame in never having read the Bible. And if you come and read here often, you won’t get judgment from me. Jesus was called the Word of God and if all else fails, look to Him and His life and the direction He pointed rather than wasting your time duking it out with people who want to bash you over the head with the Bible.

I’d love to learn some more. What is a life hack of yours you would care to share? Add it in the comments.