On Being Beautiful.

[I promise this isn’t as vain and facetious a post as the title may imply, just bear with me. and enjoy some baby photos for once!]


Just look at that beautiful wee babe. Isn’t she amazing?! I love her so, SO much. I hope she never sees herself as anything but the beautiful human being that she is.

So, I have vowed not to see myself as anything but beautiful either. 

I will not be the mother who hides when she sees a camera. I will not be the mother who critiques every photographic version of herself. I will not be the mother who despairs when others see her when she first wakes up. I will not be the mother who is embarrassed to be seen in a swimsuit. I will not be the mother who cannot accept a compliment.


I will not be the mother who does not believe her children, when they tell her she is the most beautiful person in the world. Because didn’t we all think that about our mothers/mother figures at some point?

Body image is contagious, and I’d rather pass on a good one.


She is worth it.

It’s not going to be easy, but those are my goals. That is who I would like to become. That is someone I think we all could become – women and men, mothers or not – because we are all beautiful. Each and every one of us. And it’s time we start seeing ourselves that way.

Speak kindly about yourself. Don’t criticize your physical features. Treat your body right. Accept what is there and learn to love it. Don’t criticize others either. Get rid of the bathroom scale. Take lots of selfies. Grow to be comfortable in your own skin.

We are worth it.

love, rach
*photo cred goes to my amazing sister! you should hire her and stuff. she is BRILLIANT.

Recollections of Babyhood

I was just talking to my Momma dearest. As was giving me words of motherly wisdom and encouragement she added, “I KNOW you will be able to do anything you set your mind on doing! You are determined and you DO things! No matter what it is! You came out that way!!”

She then recounted the story of how, as a baby, I couldn’t quite get the hang of how to crawl at first. But I didn’t let that stop me from going where I wanted to go, all by myself….I taught myself how to roll instead. I was a steamrollin’ machine!

crazy-haired, steamrollin’ child

My Mom would take me to playgroups with other ladies and their babies, and they’d have the Mommy talks, “Oh, how is she eating, how are her naps, and is she crawling yet??”

My Mom would always reply, “Oh, no, she doesn’t crawl….but she is DEFINITELY mobile,”

And the ladies would just smile and give a rousing, “Oh that’s nice.”

Until they’d been distracted for a while and suddenly couldn’t find me, and I turned up all the way across the living room and halfway down the hall.

Then they were giving a rousing, “HOW THE HECK DID SHE GET THERE?! You said she doesn’t even crawl!!”

“Well, I told you she was mobile.” was my Momma’s tongue-in-cheek reply…

mobility is for makin’ messes and eatin’ onions. YUM.

This story is pretty funny to me. But what’s even funnier, is that it speaks volumes about who I still am as an individual.

Even though this happened when I was less than a year old, the same basic personality traits can apply to my twenty-something self.

Impressive, ain’t it?!

I am so grateful to have parents around to remind us who we are, with simple silly stories like this.

Are there any stories from your childhood that you love/are hilarious/mean something to you?! I love hearing baby stories : ) and seeing others’ baby photos. It’s one of my hobbies. Not that I sneak into parents’ homes and look through family photo albums…that would be creepy. But if it happens to come up somehow, I secretly love it. So feel free to share 🙂

love, rach

PS – I’ve noticed I’ve gotten quite a few new followers recently…and I don’t know any of you! Please say hello! I’d love to meet you 🙂

Book Review: Evertaster

It’s not very often that I come across a book so delightfully delicious that I want to sing its’ praises from the roof tops…but this summer, it happened. Feast your eyes:

While you can’t literally see the whole novel in such cinematographic beauty, the writing is so masterfully done that I felt as if I was constructing a film in my imagination. Those are the best kinds of books, I think.

Evertaster is a middle-grade (young adult/middle school level) novel about Guster Johnsonville and his extremely picky palette. The quote in the trailer is one of my favorites from the book:

image courtesy the Evertaster Facebook page [click through]

In short, Guster’s palate is so refined that he does not simply taste “food”. He can discern each and every ingredient and it’s origin – what the cows that produced the butter were fed on, the type of breeze that tickled the skin of the lemon that was zested, and more. These tastebuds, although quite impressive, are somewhat of a curse for Guster. Most of what passes as edible in our supermarkets today creates a purely putrid eating experience for him! On a quest to cure this horrible ailment, the poor child inadvertently throws his entire family in the path of danger and a formidable adventure ensues…

Evertaster is a fast-paced adventure mystery, with just the right amount of comedy and heartwarming family moments [the ending is my favorite, I may have shed a tear]. Not to mention  there are countless mouth-watering food descriptions that will really whet your appetite! Word to the wise: keep some snacks handy. All in all, this book is the perfect recipe for a classic family favorite – a fun read for kids and adults alike! I give it two enthusiastic fist pumps way, way up – and I can’t wait to read more.

AND! What makes it even better?? The author, Adam Glendon Sidwell, is one rad dude.

Author Adam and his wife Michelle

I’ve had the pleasure of meeting him (and his family) in real life. And let me tell you, he is a friendly, amiable, and hysterical guy! He used to work in the animation industry – building monsters and dinosaurs and giant robots for movies such as Peter Jackson’s King Kong, Transformers, and Tron. His wife Michelle is a gem, one of my favorite people that I’ve ever met. And their little less-that-a-year-old daughter is completely precious! Moral of the story: awesome things come from awesome people.

Anyway. Enough from me. Go read Evertaster already!!

It’s available on Amazon, the paperback copy is a mere $10 and the Kindle version is $2.99.

Recommended for ages 9+, or grade 4+.

Happy reading, everyone! What was your favorite book that you read this summer??

love, Rach

Dopplegangers, round III

this is a conundrum I have discussed many times before.

I blogged about it here and here. [that’s how much of an issue it is, it’s warranted TWO whole blog posts!] and if  you are a good friend of mine, it is likely that you are sick of hearing about it by now, therefore you are excused from reading any further. kbye, besties!

I like to call this phenomenon, the “if there is any woman that has ever had brown hair and brown eyes, I am apparently identical to them” syndrome.

my husband has never previously expressed any symptoms of this queer phenomenon.

however, as we were sitting down to dinner last week, he stared at me for a little longer than usual.

and then he said it.

“you know, I figured it out. you look JUST like Demi Moore! only prettier. you’re like a pretty Demi Moore.”

I think our hair is similar in these photos. And that's about it.


I laughed. I reminded him that I’ve heard that one before. and then I listed off some of the other celeb comparisons I’ve had.


“I can see that! but Anne Hathaway is definitely your sister, not you.”

They both have very nice teeth that look similar. That is all.

*facepalm x 2*

I don’t know why this bothers me [and my sister] so much, having countless dopplegangers.

but it does.

possibly because it feels like you’re stripped of your individuality when you’re compared to others? that your beauty only counts because you look similar to someone the media/general public has deemed as beautiful?? or simply because WE LOOK NOTHING LIKE THESE PEOPLE??!!?!?!?!!?

I don’t know. I don’t spend too much time analyzing these things, because they don’t actually matter. it’s just a pet peeve, and a rather ridiculous one at that.

my husband still thinks I’m hotter than Demi Moore [and all other celebrities], and that’s good enough for me 🙂

Love — Rach

Doppleganger my life.

So the new facebook fad is to change your profile picture to a photo of a famous person you’ve been told you resemble.

People tell me I look like people all the freaking time.

And I don’t really think I look like most of them.

It all started my freshman year of high school, one of my good friends in band/drama decided that I looked EXACTLY like Idina Menzel and could not get over it.

Idina. Broadway actress. Elphaba in Wicked, Maureen in Rent.

One day our other friend overheard one of the many conversations we had, and she chimed in that she thought I looked like the Scarecrow from Batman Begins when I smiled.

Not sure which version of the Scarecrow they were talking about, hahaha.

After that, the comparisons came PILING in.

Here are some of the ones I can remember:

 Sandra Bullock

Julia Roberts

[as we’re leaving the theatre after watching Nacho Libre]: “HEY! You kind of look like that nun! She was hot.” AWK.

Demi Moore

Anne Hathaway

Salma Hayek?!

“You look like Tina Fey when you wear your glasses. Or Sarah Palin. Whichever is more flattering.” K…thanks…

Lea Michelle [and her character in GLEE is named Rachel. That reinforces the comparison.]

So apparently if someone is brunette or has a prominent nose or a BIG smile, I look like them.


I still don’t get it.