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Dear Pinterest

Posted on April 2, 2013 Written by Tonya

Kristen of The Preppy Girl in Pink is my guest today. Kristen is a wife, mother of two tween girls and a lover of fan of all things pink and preppy… oh, and now Pinterest.

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Dear Pinterest,

I can still clearly remember the day that we first met. It was back in the day when you had to be invited to join. My friend, Jennifer, author of the blog Jennifer P. Williams, had sent me an invite after I read a post about how much fun she was having on it and I told her that I didn’t even know what it was. I logged on, set up an account, took a look around and logged off. I didn’t log back on for several months. It wasn’t that you didn’t make a great first impression. You actually blew me away with your beautiful sunsets, gourmet dinners, desserts that went way beyond a box cake and tub of frosting, crafts galore and quotes put together with such beautiful imagery. Oh, the quotes! You really know how to suck a person in with those quotes!

I have to say though, you also intimidated me. I have let my left brain rule so much of my life that all of what you showed me in our first meeting seemed absolutely unattainable. Besides being a stay at home mom of two that can’t just pack her bags and catch the next flight to the most recently pinned paradise, I saw crafts, foods, quotes that made my left brain immediately shout at my right brain, “YOU CAN’T DO ANY OF THIS STUFF! YOU’RE NOT CRAFTY!” So, I pinned one or two things every once in a blue moon and let my left brain run the show like it always has.

Then one day it happened… I was working on the first end of season party for the field hockey team that I coach and decided that I didn’t want it to just be chips thrown into bowls. I wanted it to be something special. So, I turned to you. After scrolling through photo after photo, I could feel my right brain stretching and yawning, trying to come to life.

I started out slowly like you do after not using any body part for a time but my right brain became very strong, very quickly. I was clicking on pins faster than the laundry piles up! I was jotting down notes. I was bookmarking and printing my favorite ideas. I went from using your ideas for one party to my everyday life.

Now when someone sees a craft/decor I’ve made or tastes something that I’ve cooked they ask me if I found it on Pinterest. It is a huge compliment but I can honestly answer no to most of it now. You have inspired my right brain to be creative and experimental and you have brought out a side of me that I never thought would exist.

I can’t thank you enough!

Kristen

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Dear Principessa

Posted on March 27, 2013 Written by Tonya

Elena is one busy mama, she tells the story of making every moment matter by living, doing and growing as a freelance writer, social good advocate, runner, cancer survivor, and dream chaser. Elena believes in empowering others as founder of Just.Be.Enough. and shares her passion for travel and the dolce vita as Internal Community Relations Director and contributor to Traveling Mom.

I am thrilled to have her here today with a lovely letter to her daughter about taking the training wheels off and flying.

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Dear Principessa,

It was the Spring of 2009, armed with training wheels and your Dora the Explorer map, our neighborhood was your wonderland. You peddled around innocently on four wheels, for two years, until every pedal stroke was accentuated with your knees cresting over the handlebars.

It was time for a big girl bike… A bike with TASSELS and a horn on the handlebars that would convince you to leave the ditch the training wheels. You were six years old, and it seemed like a no brainer.

Except that you would not try. You outright refused, because of course, you are my daughter and your stubborn personality is unwavering. We consulted “experts” and tried teaching you to glide, still on your smaller bike, thinking that you would learn balance and gain confidence. It had to work.

Again…not so much. Gliding was fine and good, but there was no convincing you to try without the training wheels on your bigger bike. Not even the power of those light blue tassels that you loved so much, could sway your unbending determination.

2011 became 2012 and still, your will was steady. We raised the training wheels on your big girl bike so that they were almost off the ground, which you detected immediately, causing you to never want to ride, even with the training wheels. Facing a war of strong wills, we made the small bike  AND the training wheels “disappear” leaving you no choice but to learn to ride the big girl bike, sans training wheels.

Which of course, did not help. Nothing helped…not even bribery. You did not care that you were an eight year old that did not know how to ride a bike. While the lure of riding our bikes together to get frozen yogurt was appealing, it was not enough to push you to action.

And then… my dear sweet daughter, 2013 transformed you. I knew there was shift in the bike riding atmosphere when an innocent comment on my part that maybe this was the time to try again, was not immediately shot down. Thinking that I should take advantage of this atmospheric abnormality, I suggested a time based incentive. If you could learn to ride your bike in two weeks, the American Girl Doll accessory that you had been eying would be yours.

At first you tried the “when I am older” act of pushing the challenge into the future… but oh my sweet daughter, my stubborn personality still has a few tricks up my sleeve. The offer was for these two weeks…after that, all deals were off the table. I was not sure that my clever plan would work, until all of a sudden, you marched out of the house, making a bee line for your bike.

I might have squealed out loud in excitement.

Over the course of three determined days, you learned all on your own. The smile and pride that emanated from your little face was telling…. an inner confidence had taken hold, and there was no stopping you. Realizing that all of a sudden you could glide down the driveway and stay in control, gave way to putting your feet on the pedals. I attempted to give a few pointers here and there, but really, I was just in the way. You had this. This was YOUR moment.

I suddenly understood something about you that even in my “infinite” wisdom, I had not grasped.

Learning to ride a bike with no training wheels had nothing to do with incentives or bribery or my parenting. You learned when you were good and ready. You learned when it mattered to you. The pride you felt after that first set of pedal strokes was magical because you had been the master of your own bike riding destiny.

I have news for you, my dear two wheel bike riding daughter.. .you are just getting started in this thing called life. Teaching yourself to ride this bike taught you to trust yourself, to be resilient, and that over time you can achieve ANYTHING. There will be falls in your future. From your bike, and in life. But by teaching yourself to overcome this challenge, you did more for yourself than I ever could as your mom.

The only thing left to do…is to keep pedaling. On and on. Oh, and get a new even bigger girl bike, because over the course of three non biking riding years, you grew… so very very much.

Love,

Your Mamma

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Dear Daily Life

Posted on March 12, 2013 Written by Tonya

Alex of Late Enough is my guest today and her letter is perfect for my life right now! I literally feel like a chicken with it’s head cut off, trying to juggle a move, work deadlines, fertility treatments, Lucas and his well being, my marriage and my sanity. I know I’m not alone!! A daily pass on daily life? Yes, please!! I bet you could use one too, so keep reading…

And be sure to check out Alex’s writing soon, she’s witty, straightforward and an amazing mother. For proof, start by reading The Yellow Bow.

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Dear Daily Life,

While I may always loathe your daily-ness, I’ve accepted your existence.

I accept that by wearing my clothing and dressing my children I am creating laundry. I also understand that my occasional attempt to wear my pajamas as daylight outfits are now announced at preschool pick-up by my precocious daughter so I will now have even more dirty clothing if I want to maintain my dignity.

I accept that everyone needs to eat at least three times a day, and with kids, it’s six to eight depending on if I made the only meal they really like — PASTA — and that this leads to the never-ending existence of dirty dishes no matter how diligent I’ve been at using the amazing invention in my newest home: THE DISHWASHER.

Yes, my car will run out of gas, my phone will need to be charged, and my children will never learn to properly put away their toys. And yes, I will practice being grateful for having all these things to do everyday because there is always someone who has it much worse than me. Of course, there are people who have people who do all these things FOR THEM, but I digress because this letter isn’t about being grateful for daily life.

Daily life, I’m asking for a free pass. A Get Out Of Daily Life Free. Because even though I can ignore daily life any time I want, everything pile up so I’m not getting out of it, I’m just putting on blinders and trying not to trip over LEGO castles. What I want is a cleaning fairy to finally show up, do the job and maybe leave me a little Life Isn’t Always Like Monday Hallmark card.

Get Out Of Daily Life Free

Can you find a way to be on hold when unexpected life shows up? When a family member passes away. When a friend needs support through her cancer treatment. Or even in the more mundane yet unexpected shows up like when my kids get sick on the day my husband and I both have to be somewhere that feels equally important. Or my cat decides to prove to the neighborhood that he can beat up a dog. Or my car’s tire decides to marry a nail.

Look, I will never be a monk peeling potatoes like I’m on top of a mountain communing with God. I’m peeling potatoes for French fries. And I am not fooled by all this joy in the moment because sometimes it’s too much and I’m tired and the fact is the joyful moments I see touted are a little too well-lit and thought-out for me to believe that they just spontaneously happened while cleaning up dog crap in the backyard. And I do fight for people who have less than me through time and money and thoughtfulness. It’s probably why I have so many dirty dishes in the sink.

Daily life, you are just so daily, and I either need a few free passes, or you should think about becoming weekly because I’m a little overwhelmed this month.

Sincerely,
Alex

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Yes, I Blog. Yes, It’s A Real Job

Posted on February 27, 2013 Written by Tonya

Nicole of Moments That Define Life is my guest today. Nicole is a busy mommy to three little girls, works to support several blogs and is also the brains (and beauty) behind #ShareYourLife, a weekly meme where readers linkup posts sharing glimpses of their lives.

Nicole is here today with an important letter to all of those who don’t blog.

Because if you’re blogger, you get it.

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Dear Ladies,

That’s what I’ll refer to you as because I’m not certain we’re actually the friends I thought we had become through our monthly game night based on the conversation we engaged in recently.

I’m a little put off by the fact that you seem to think what I do for a living couldn’t possibly be a “real job” or that I make any sort of living at it. Or better yet, that I may possibly be lying about the fact that blogging can actually result in a viable income.

Blogging is my job.

I get to interact with lovely people who write inspiring; informative, sometimes controversial, yet insightful pieces to share with people who want to connect and learn from others.

I worked my way up through experiences to find my little “office” in the blogosphere where I get to spend my days and I am so fortunate.

Each and everyday I get to help moms work from home (Sorry Marissa Mayer, working from home actually is a good business plan) and still have the flexibility to be present and available for their families as needed. This is the American dream for many and I get to take part in making that happen for others as well as myself.

I’m a Blogger. I coordinate blogs. I write and edit blogs. I live, breath, eat, and sleep blogs.

Blogging is my job.

So when you two ladies gave each other that “yeah, right” glance as I shared how my new job was going with another good friend – it would have been nice to get the benefit of the doubt about what I do each day.

Sure it wasn’t that long ago that blogging wasn’t a viable profession, but, if you had given me the benefit of the doubt and a few minutes you would have learned how very much it has evolved into something that allows so many to have a voice while also allowing the potential for a career if they so choose. So, stop being so close-minded about the whole thing. Be a friend, see my passion, and engage in the conversation to find out why I love blogging and the people within this space so much, instead of assuming I’m full of it.

That’s what a good friend would do.

Best,
Nicole

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Something You Learn

Posted on February 19, 2013 Written by Tonya

Lizz of Am I a Funny Girl? is my guest today and she is a very proud mama to her son, Max.

Her letter to Max makes my heart swell and serves as a beautiful reminder that our children are precious gifts and we should feel so blessed to have them and be the ones that get to raise them.

Thank you, Lizz for choosing my space to share your loving words.

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Dear Max,

I love you the most, you know that right?

You make me so proud to be your mommy, so often, I could just explode.

You are funny and smart and I know that you’ll be an amazing catch for someone someday. My goal as your mom is to make you into the very best man you can possibly be. A man like your Daddy, who is loving and handy. A man like Grandpa who is practically a super genius, but has never lost touch with his creative side, with his painter-photographer self. A man like Papa, who is always on the lookout for a cool new hobby, and isn’t afraid to take risks in order to get the really great rewards.

Your Great-Grampy was an awesome guy, too, and so much like Daddy. Besides having his name as your middle, he was handy and loved baseball and he was Nana’s own Daddy and he would have loved you so, so much. I’m sad you never got to meet him, but I’m sure he’s keeping an eye on you every day from Heaven.

You’re turning 5 soon, and getting so big! Comparing you now to when you were born is an overwhelming task; comparing that teeny tiny boy in the isolette to the rambunctious kid dancing in my living room makes my heart swell.

You’ve learned so much: Counting and reading, talking and singing. How to tell a knock knock joke, how to use a toot to the maximum comedic effect. How to use a fork, how to build the best train tracks ever. You know how to play Angry Birds and climb to the top of the slide by yourself. You can identify every animal in the zoo and remember things that I have long since forgotten. (Really? You had a giraffe on your cupcake at your 3rd birthday party? I’ll have to take your word on it)

As much as you’ve already learned, there is so much more to teach you! Some things are important, and some of them aren’t, but in my goal of making you the very best man you can be, they all add up. How to do laundry, how to write a love letter to win her heart, how to wear the correct amount of cologne (it’s less than you think!), how to tie a tie. Properly flipping a fried egg, how to pitch a tent, making the perfect cup of coffee.

Your Daddy and I love teaching you these things, and you love learning them. We go out of our way to show you how to do stuff; the proper way to put away the silverware (Awww, your first chore!) and how to sound out a difficult word in a story.

I try so hard to set a good example. Can I tell you a secret? I don’t really like some of the food we eat either, but I try it anyway, because you never know! I know you don’t like a lot of stuff; bell peppers, avocados, mustard and minty things come to mind. But you have to keep trying! Did you know I used to not like salami? Crazy, right? You just have to try things. I hope you see my willingness to try and keep that in your heart.

But what about the stuff we aren’t teaching on purpose? Kiddo, that’s the stuff that I worry about the most. Do you see how much Daddy and I love each other? There’s no such thing as too many hugs or kisses. How I always love Auntie Katie, even when she drives me bonkers? I call and talk to Nana every day, even if just to say hi and talk about what we’re having for dinner. We’re family, and it’s what we do! Daddy takes great care of me when I’m sick… are you noticing that? We love to laugh together, and I hope it’s something you keep with you.

This learning doesn’t end, sweet boy. Every day is a chance to learn something new.

Today, I learned that I actually do like ‘Beef Pad See You’ for lunch, because I took a chance and tried it!

Every day is an opportunity to learn, if you go out and grab it!

I love you to the moon and back,
Mommy

Max then and now

Max was born 12 weeks early due to sudden and severe pre-eclampsia. Click photo to read his birth story.

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The Freshman

Posted on February 13, 2013 Written by Tonya

Leigh Ann of Genie In A Blog is my guest today with a letter I SO wish I had received upon entering college, when all I had to worry about was scheduling my classes so I wouldn’t miss All My Children.

Oh, those were the days….

And if I think I have my hands full now, Leigh Ann has four year old twins and their little sister to keep her on her toes and still somehow manages to be a big supporter of Letters For Lucas and many other bloggers. Please welcome Leigh Ann!

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Dear young, naïve, freshman in college Leigh Ann,

I know what you’re thinking: letters to our younger selves are like totally overdone, right? For sure. But listen up anyway.

You’re leaving home to start a new adventure at one of the largest universities in the country. It sounds daunting to some, but you’re looking forward to the prospect having classes so large that you’ll never be singled out to participate much. Of course you’ll study and do well, but speaking up? Not really your thing. But don’t get swallowed up in the vastness. There is so much you need to discover not just in this amazing city, but in yourself. And as your [slightly] wiser, older self, there are a few things that I want to tell you before you start the roller coaster ride.

Be adventurous. You have some old friends to hold your hand through the newness, but don’t grasp onto them too tightly. Go out and experience any and every new thing and activity that catches your interest. Take at least one taste of everything that looks good on the buffet. It’s the only way you’ll find out what you truly love. And you know I’m talking about the proverbial buffet, not the actual one, right? Because hellooooo freshman fifteen.

Talk to people. I know. You’re shy. You’re an introvert. You usually  make an ass out of yourself when you open your mouth. It’s bound to happen. But the only way you’re going to fix that is by socializing. A drink or two definitely helps. Which brings me to my next point.

Don’t be the drunk girl at the party. After being a staunch rule follower in high school, there’s no one telling you what to do or when to be home. Losing control will be easier than you think. Just remember that there is no prize for the most blitzed girl at the party, and even if there was, well…let’s just say that she’d be too drunk to notice anyway.

Be careful.  I know you think you’re invincible, but you’re not. Don’t put yourself in a situation that you may not be able to get out of. When you’ve had a few drinks and your friend Mike offers you a piggy back ride? Don’t do it. ER staff has very little sympathy for inebriated college kids who split their heads open doing dumbass stunts.

Relish in your free time. You won’t see much of it when you start working your sophomore year. Sit in your friend’s dorm room one night and laugh your ass off making prank calls to other students instead of studying. You won’t remember whether you aced or bombed the test, but that night will always be one of your most cherished memories.

Love yourself. That guy you’re dating? I think he really does like you, but he’s not interested in a serious relationship. The two of you are in very different stages of life right now. He’s not treating you very well, and you need to know that you deserve better. You deserve to have fun and not worry about whether he’ll call. Because someday he won’t, and that’s okay. This is also a good time to review the above point about not being the drunkest girl at the party and what not. It’s not a good look for you, and it won’t ease your aching heart.

And when he starts calling you again the next year, run the other direction. He’s not worth it.

Be a good friend. So be there for them too. Listen. Swallow your pride when you don’t want to admit you’re wrong. Give your friendship to them without wondering what’s in it for you. Work to solidify these new friendships, but don’t forget to nurture those you have cherished for years. Because if you don’t, all of your new experiences and friendships will quickly squash out the ones you who have been there all along.

And it wouldn’t kill you to be the designated driver once in a while.

Be confident. I know this is a hard one for you. You’re a small fish in a very large pond, and it’ll shake your confidence in your abilities. You’ll feel out of place in your Gap jeans and cute tee, walking into a studio full of kids who look like they all got off the bus from Hipsters R Us. Make friends with these people. You’ll be sharing the same building and studio spaces for the next four years. Their piercings, tattoos, and Doc Martens don’t make them better artists. You’re talented. Chances are they’re as insecure as you are. Work hard, and your work will speak for itself. Also, maybe try and branch out style wise, mkay? Go ahead and get that cartilage pierced, you rebel. Your mom will totally hate it.

Grow. Take each experience, positive or negative, and learn from it. Hold those lessons close to your heart, because they will shape who you will be in the next 1, 5, 10, or maybe even – gulp – 16 years. I know you have no idea who you are right now, but don’t be so timid that you are afraid find out.

You will hurt.

You will laugh.

You will cry.

You will be fine. You will be better than fine.

Because I know you now. You’ve grown a lot, learned a lot, and changed a lot. And I think you’re pretty awesome.

Oh, and stay away from the late night cafeteria hours. You know, where they serve the breaded and fried chicken Wow Rings? Just trust me on this one. Your thighs will thank you.

Signing off,
Your 34 year old self

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I have no idea who this guy is. Nothing says college like taking pictures with random people at parties.

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Unfriended

Posted on February 5, 2013 Written by Tonya

I knew of Wendy (formerly Wendy Will Blog) and now Writing a New Story long before I joined The Trend Tribe. I fell in love with her on Pinterest and then I met her in person and couldn’t have been more pleased.

Wendy is native southern Californian, a mom, a breast cancer survivor, breast cancer advocate and has the greatest dimples I’ve probably ever seen. 

I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with Facebook. Not long ago (around election season, I’m quite certain), I unfriended almost 100 friends and not just because of their differing political views, which drove me bananas, but because there was little or no interaction and I didn’t see the point. It was very liberating!

Wendy recently unfriended someone who left a snarky comment on one her photos, here is her letter explaining why. I say she’s justified, what do you think?

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Dear Former Facebook Friend,

You may or may not be wondering why you aren’t seeing my witty updates in your Facebook feed any longer. Do you remember my last one? I had uploaded some twenty or so photos from my 5-year-old’s recent birthday party. The first photo showed an excited little girl, with a smile from ear to ear, wearing a dress she had personally picked out for her special day. In the nineteen other photos that followed you might have seen a few of her posing arm-in-arm with her little girlfriends, one on the lap of her parents, and one of she blowing out her birthday candles. There were also others of the girls working diligently on crafting fabric flowers and draping dress forms with tissue paper creating what they saw as beautiful masterpieces. Maybe you saw those same sweet girls modeling their creations on the pink carpeted runway.

Does any of this sound familiar?

Let me remind you of the comment you posted on that Facebook photo album. You wrote “What 5 year old wants to go to fashion camp? What does walking a red carpet teach those kids? What happened to nature camp? That’s where you should have taken them.”

Fire rose from my belly and, not only did I delete your comment, I gladly unfriended you.

Those pictures were meant for real friends and family not you and your unsolicited opinions on the type of birthday I threw for my kid. What do you care anyway? For your information, fashion camp rocked. Our girls were doing arts and crafts, you idiot. Art teaches kids to be creative and innovative, it allows children to express themselves, and it can help them learn to problem solve. The “fashion show” part of it? It wasn’t superficial but instead a safe experience where they could share their creations while the parents applauded and nurtured their daughters’ creativity and confidence.

Look, I get that you think you are some hipster dude living off the grid. Reality check: You’re on Facebook way too much to be off the grid. You are a sad, pathetic, almost 40 year old drifter still looking to hook up with 22 year olds in Newport Beach on a Thursday night. For years you’ve waxed poetic about whatever in posts far too long for Facebook. Good riddance.

And if you didn’t know? Mama bears bite back.

Peace out jerk-off,

Wendy

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Kookie Karma

Posted on January 30, 2013 Written by Tonya

We lived next door to Juli and her family for four years. Her blog, PUREmamas, where she shares easy to follow raw and vegan recipes and gorgeous photos of her sons and her life in San Diego, was one of the first I read.

Her youngest son and Lucas are less than month apart.

Todd and I were seeking her advice on signs of labor in her bedroom as she and her family were all snuggled in bed together the night I went into labor. 

Juli is going through a transition right now and has written a departing letter to her company, Kookie Karma, a company she founded 10 years ago. A company she built from the ground up, made thrive and is now bidding farewell.

Please welcome my friend, Juli.

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Dear Kookie Karma,

On a beautiful Saturday at the Santa Monica farmer’s market, where the fruit and veggies were bountiful, people were friendly, hippies were frolicking, the air was salty and fog was blowing in, I picked up a cookbook.

A book, for a self-proclaimed “chef”, looked extremely enticing. Every recipe was full of bright plant foods, beautiful salads, and pizza topped with flowers(?!), gorgeous meals with the simplest yet most gourmet ingredients. As I read the book I realized that every recipe was made with ONLY raw fruits and vegetables. No dairy. No animal meat. No sugar. No butter. No eggs. Only stuff grown in the ground. Not only did I buy the book, but I also decided to try this raw food ONLY lifestyle for one week.

I headed straight for my kitchen and I followed recipe after recipe. Day after day. I can’t even begin to explain the way I felt. I didn’t cheat one time {note: I even brought my own salad dressings to happy hour with my girlfriends and they were definitely annoyed with me at this point}. Meals were in Tupperware containers and were ready to grab out of the fridge. Nothing went in my mouth that came from a package, not even chewing gum. I ate REAL, non-cooked, energy filled, sprouted, fresh, organic food for seven whole days.

The results: Endless energy. Smooth skin. 5 lbs dropped {not a goal, just a side-effect}. My Eczema cleared {all gone and doctors had told me it would never go away and just gave me steroid creams}. I felt light and airy. Slept like a baby. I was happy and energetic. No brain fog. No headaches. NO PMS!!

I had been working in an attorney’s office and had a bad case of the office blues and those seven days of eating a 100% raw diet motivated me to leave my job and return to school to study nutrition.

A year later Kookie Karma was born.

Using my cooking experience and nutrition knowledge, I created my own “packaged snacks” to sell to stores. My “kookies” contained no dairy, no sugar, no gluten and no soy.

I didn’t see another product like this on the market and I figured if I felt this good eating this way, so would everybody else.

I lived and breathed my business. Sweat. Tears. Hours of baking. Deliveries. Education. Web design. Package design. Sales. Marketing. Email after email. Research. You name it.

I landed Whole Foods Market as one of my first customers, which then led to me building my own commercial kitchen. It was a dream come true. Despite the long hours, I could still make my own hours which allowed me to have a lot of fun on the side. A 24 year old’s dream!

Sales went up, Kookie Karma was named a “hot item” by In Style magazine in 2006 and I was named one of the Top 20 Entrepreneurs in their 20s by the Los Angeles Business Journal.

Then… I fell in love. I was not only distracted by a man but suddenly I wanted different things in my life. In fact, it wasn’t long before we were starting a family. Thinking everything would be fine and I could make it work, my employees could handle it, I could bring my son to work. You know, all those thoughts you have before your big wake-up call {the day the baby arrives}.

I remember being on the phone with the bank, computer on my lap and my newborn baby at my side, and they informed me that due to the declining economy, my line of credit was being revoked.

A year later, I was in the same boat but with a 1 year old running around and another newborn on my lap. I was checking email just hours after the birth of my second son and back in the office a week later.

My passion for health food wasn’t fading but my drive to be an entrepreneur was. I didn’t want to wear all the hats; juggle cash flow, stay on top of the bookkeeping or answer the never ending phone calls. My interest, my head and my HEART were someplace else. Kookie Karma had became nothing but stress for me.

Over the next few years, Kookie Karma grew a little but I had stopped taking a salary and I needed investors. I didn’t have the time or energy to search for them, my focus was elsewhere. I tried to sell, but the business needed funding to keep going another month.

Eventually, it died.

A slow painful death at that.

Kookie Karma has been a huge part of me. It’s the only real career I’ve known; almost 10 years! It has defined and shaped me into the person I am today. I’ve learned more from running my own business than any business school could teach me, I’ve met the coolest people and had the same, wonderful staff for over seven years. I have received the BEST thank you letters from people who have enjoyed my products. In fact, it was often those messages that kept me in the business longer than I should have been. That’s essentially why I started Kookie Karma in the first place, to share with people a piece of what I had experienced.

But I realized that my past had to die before my new life could really start. I couldn’t handle being a CEO and a mom. That realization was HUGE. My kids are my passion now. Forget trying to expose the WORLD to health food, it’s a challenge just trying to expose my sons to it!

I am still working; blogging at PUREmamas and consulting. Someday I’ll start another business, but for now I’m just wearing the mommy hat and it is by far the hardest yet most fulfilling one yet.

I’ve definitely gone through feelings of guilt and failure and disbelief. I never thought I’d be saying goodbye to Kookie Karma.

I wouldn’t change a thing about my past. Everything was the way it should have been. And it is how it should be. I made a choice. A big huge choice and grew from it. Pain, stress and hardship make our souls richer.

Goodbye 20’s.

Goodbye Kookie Karma.

And THANK YOU!

Juli

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Dear Kids

Posted on January 23, 2013 Written by Tonya

Laura of A(n) (un)common Family and Editor for SheKnows Parenting and allParenting,so essentially, my boss is my Letters For You guest today with a truly beautiful love letter to the brightest lights in her life, her children.

Grab the Kleenex, this one might get ‘cha.

It is a true honor to have her writing for me for a change. 🙂

Letters For You

Dear Mattix and Molley,

I often say that motherhood is the job I never knew I wanted so much until I had it.

And that’s the truth.

I knew I wanted to be a mom. I knew that without kids, I’d always feel like I was missing something.

But I wasn’t in a big hurry. I wanted to finish school. And then law school. I wanted to buy our house and enjoy even more time with your dad.

I was young when your dad and I got married, but I knew what I wanted in life.

I just didn’t know how much I wanted it.

Like most moms I know, I became a mom for selfish reasons. I wanted kids. I wanted all of the work, risks and huge, immeasurable rewards that come with parenting.

And then, after your dad and I committed to parenthood and laid our souls bare to complete strangers whose permission we needed to become parents, and after a lot of time and waiting and stress that words will never capture, I was a mom.

And suddenly, it all made sense – the reason for breathing.

I finally understood unconditional love. I never had – and I never will – feel that kind of love for anyone other than my children.

We adopted you both, but make no mistake. We didn’t “save” you or “rescue” you or “give a better life” to you or do any of those things you might hear one day – the things some people might say, certainly well-meaning, because you were born in other countries and became our kids in a less traditional way.

You both completed us. At just 4- and 5-years old, you’ve already given your dad and me more than I could have hoped for in an entire lifetime. And I know that the best is yet to come.

Sometimes I lie in bed at night and wonder what I can do to make the world even again. I was given two gifts. “Gifts” is a silly, trivial word. But I don’t know how better to describe the privilege I have of raising you both.

I owe the universe something so big that I’ll never find a way to pay it back.

I know that you are not mine alone. You were brought into the world by other moms – moms that are just as real and significant as me. Sometimes I feel sad that they don’t get to see what I do every single day – the magic you bring to the world, the light in your eyes, your smiles, your intelligence, your amazing senses of humor.

Other times, I feel sad that you won’t know people in this world who look just like you. I look exactly like Grammy and Great Grammy and even your Great, Great Grammy when she was still with us. There’s comfort in that.

I sometimes wonder if I would feel this way no matter how I became a mom – would I feel my kids are gifts to the world, even if I’d chosen to birth them? I probably would. But I don’t know because I didn’t travel that road.

As far as I can tell, you both radiate something special from the inside out. It shines – through your eyes that sparkle, through your radiant smiles and through your alternating sweet and sassy words that both make me cry and make me laugh. (Okay, and let’s be honest. Those words sometimes make me count down the minutes until bedtime.)

I always feel justified in my opinions of you both because you’re not little “me’s.” You don’t share my genes and you’re both so different – from each other and from me. You’re both unique and you were born the way you were born, independent of your dad and me.

I sometimes see similarities in us, but those are just coincidental. Mattix, your anxiety over new situations breaks my heart because I know how hard it is to experience that, but it also means that you’ll carefully think through your actions and make the best of everything.

Molley, your extreme stubbornness will get in your way sometimes – trust me – but it will serve you well when you need to reach deep for an inner strength that life demands.

You don’t have to live up to anything – you just have to be the best people you’re capable of being and maximize your potential. I want you to live happy, successful lives. Different people define happiness and success differently. I’ll trust your definitions. (Within reason, of course. Let’s not be silly. I’m a mom, after all.)

We’ll have great days and we’ll have hard days. We’ve already had plenty of both.

There will be days when you’ll want to scream at me and there will be days when you’ll want my hugs and love.

There will be days when I don’t want you to go to bed because I want just a little more time with you and there will be days when bedtime – and a glass of wine – cannot come soon enough. We’ve already had both.

But one thing is certain: There will never be a day when I’m not grateful for the privilege of raising you.

Love, Mom

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Dear Beamer

Posted on January 16, 2013 Written by Tonya

Fadra of all.things.fadra, Social Dialect and Charitable Influence is my guest today. Yes, she writes all three blogs! Can you imagine?

Today she has written a thoughtful letter to Beamer, the newest furry member of her family.

Letters For YouDear Beamer,

What a silly name, right?

I didn’t give it to you but apparently that’s been your name since 2008, when you were first adopted.

Yes, I’m sorry to break the news to you but you ARE adopted. In fact, this is your second adoption.

I don’t want you to feel like anything is wrong with you. Trust me, it’s usually something wrong with people. In your case, you were adopted by someone that didn’t quite understand what unconditional love meant.

I’m sure she took adequate care of you. She even took the time to thoroughly fill out the intake survey when she dropped you off at the place where she originally adopted you. She said you were very affectionate and bossy and demanding. She said you liked to cuddle and be held. And she said you sometimes had accidents when she didn’t pay attention to you or you were “mad” at her.

But the real reason she gave you up is that her daughter is moving to Texas. She said she is also thinking about retiring, selling her home, and moving to Texas.

Apparently, there are no cats allowed in Texas.

That’s cool, though. We just moved to Maryland and plan to stay here a while. It’s actually a pretty liberal state and I’m pretty sure the legislation is pretty tight when it comes to keeping your cats.

Yep, when we adopt, it’s for keeps. Let me give you a little history…

Emma is our 9 year old toy poodle. She’s been in our family of misfits for almost four years now. I wasn’t looking for a dog the day I walked into the pet store. But there was an adoption fair and one thing led to another. Before I knew it, I had scooped up that half-blind, toothless puppy mill reject and called her my own. She’s a work in progress but she’s come a long way.

Roscoe is our 1 year old shih tzu. At least that’s what we think he is. If there was a breed of dog called “pure joy,” I’m sure that’s what he would be considered. Yes, he’s a puppy and he’s still got a lot of learning to do. We picked him up from a rescue group who had found him in a city shelter. Apparently, the dogcatcher got him and brought him in. You don’t have to feel sorry for anyone though. His owner actually came to pay her $30 fee and claim him but when the clerk asked for her ID, she refused. And then promptly left saying she would just go get another dog.

Her loss. Totally.

Now, I have some news for you and I wanted to break it to you gently but I thought I should just put it out there.

We have another cat.

That’s right. You won’t be an only cat.

Josie is a 9 year old “domestic shorthair.” I think that’s what you’re all called anyway. She’s a little shy and a little skittish and she has trouble adapting to change. In fact, for the entire first year we had her, she barely came out from under the bed.

But you need to cut her some slack. She’s probably lonely and doesn’t even know it.

You see, my kitty Arnie passed away almost two years ago. He was my single-girl companion. He kept me company when I was lonely and cried myself to sleep. He entertained me when I would sit and watch TV. And he made sure I never had to go to the bathroom alone again.

He was my buddy and when he died at the age of 20, I felt a hole in my heart.

I had experienced grief and sadness but the loss of Arnie stayed with me. While the pain of him being gone lessened, I could physically feel an ache in my chest where I knew a part of my heart had gone missing. And it was a part that could never be mended.

Then recently, something in the universe told me it was time to look at some cats. We looked online. We read your bio. We studied your picture. And on a whim, we visited you this weekend.

Everyone in the family thought you would be perfect, except me. I was anxious. Would you fit in or would you upset the balance in our house?

Mommy, don’t you just love Beamer? my son asked me.

No, I told him. Not yet.

For me, love isn’t instant. And when I picked you up today, I still felt that certain sense of apprehension. You meowed the whole way home and I had the knot of dread in my stomach that I get every time I make a major decision involving change. The knot that says: Are you sure this is a good idea?

But you’re here now and I’ve gotten to spend time with you. You are soft and sweet. You love to rub my head. You let me rub your belly. And from behind, if only for an instant, I see a glimpse of my Arnie again.

You aren’t Arnie. You are Beamer. And I just wanted to write you this letter to let you know that you are finally home.

With love from your adopted mom,

Fadra

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