A Simple Story of Our Ikea Kitchen
A Simple Story of Our Ikea Kitchen

The first kitchen that I had as a new mother cost us 300 bucks on Facebook marketplace. It actually came with our bed and closet included. To be honest, that still hurt us financially at the time. We were that broke. I distinctly remember Martin going from a head of dark brown hair to a head of grey from the stress.

I created my first cooking video in that kitchen; surrounded by my infant twin sons in bouncy chairs, a 12-year-old laptop that somehow still turned on and hope. I don’t know why really….but I had hope that I could do this. I taught Martin how to be Vegan (although, to be honest, he is a vegetarian) in that kitchen. He was introduced to smoothies, hummus, my trusty seeds, beans and nuts that I crushed, blended and whipped into meals that he devoured.

He always made sure to tell me how yummy it all was.

My sons taught themselves how to eat in that old kitchen and their love of food grew and grew daily: with every green drink, blended dip, and steamed veggie.

A Simple Story of Our Ikea Kitchen

Story of Our Ikea Kitchen

To this day, they let me know how yummy it all is with loud moans and YUMMMMMs that makes my heart smile.

I took recipe photos with my used and abused iPhone and posted them with such excitement: to me, they looked just as good as those fancy ones you see all over Pinterest. We may have upgraded our kitchen during our move from one apartment to another but the food tastes the same. It’s all the same. No amount of fancy can change that.

It took us 2 full years to save for this kitchen and we are grateful for it every single day….but we never once spoke ill of our first kitchen.

the old kitchen

The first kitchen will always be super special to us

She was, and will always be, our first. ♥️

To anyone out there who is stuck in a comparison trap: the heavy burden that social media puts on our self-worth….I just want you to know that wherever you are, you can do it. You can dream. You can have hope. I promise you.

You can ask the universe to grant your wishes. You can manifest and see the positive.

I hope you enjoyed this super short and simple story of our Ikea Kitchen!

Ikea Kitchen
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busting the perfect motherhood myth
Perfect Motherhood Myth BUSTED

Whoa now hey now….what makes you think I have this mom thing and/or life thing figured out?? 🤣😅

Sometimes I receive messages from moms or teens from around the world that just lights up my soul. They are full of thank you’s and stories of how our family inspired them to produce less waste, shop sustainably or even give some plant-based recipes a try.

While these messages make me swoon over my followers and motivate me to carry on, I am also met with so many “perfect” comments that I just must address today.

“How do you make it look so easy!?” Or “How are you not losing your mind with two toddlers?” and even “Sometimes I feel so useless when I see women like you pulling it all off”. Ah. Ahhhh. My heart. I have failed you.

Let’s bust this Perfect Motherhood Myth once and for all!

busting the perfect motherhood myth

So….I have a new promise.

Not one of sustainability, zero waste or veganism…..this new promise is about checking in with reality.

Each week I am going to share 10 truths with you from my week: I hope this not only gives you a deeper insight into my reality, but also the realization that social media 100% NOT the full picture.

😍Here we goooooo!

1. I haven’t had a proper shower for longer than 4 minutes in over 10 days. Send help.
2. I gave my children 4 popsicles today to shut them up for just a few minutes so I could think straight.
3. Martin and I do not sleep in the same bed in the summer. I need a fan when I sleep and he gets sick instantly. Sorry, bro.
4. I keep vegan pizzas in my freezer for mom emergency situations and somehow that emergency situation happens every single week 😅
5. As soon as the boys turned 2, my sex drive went from 60 to 0 overnight.

busting the perfect motherhood myth

6. Sometimes, when the boys are being so insane and I have lost all hope of my parenting skills, I make them sit next to me while I read parenting books until we figure it out 🤣🤣🤣🤣.

7. Mom Facebook groups scare me.
8. I haven’t worked out in 3 weeks and I don’t feel bad at all.
9. I just found out that I over water my plants. 😭😭
10. Yesterday I ran out of clean cloth diapers so the boys went naked for 6 hours until they dried in the sun. 😆

So there you have it! Thursday Truths.

What are your truths?? How would you bust the perfect motherhood myth?

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the first time I met a turkey
The First Time I Met A Turkey: Go Vegan

I didn’t meet my first Turkey until I was 29 years old. Well….alive that is.

I had consumed these creatures for over 25 years without an ounce of awareness. I didn’t even know what they truly LOOKED like.

I assumed my mother’s Thanksgiving decorations were all I needed to know.

When I finally did get to properly meet one, I was with Martin and we were on a hike in the mountains. Halfway up, there was a little farm and I could hear pigs squealing and cows mooing so loudly that it actually shook me. I ran over to see what was going on and there was a group of Turkeys pissing off some cows. Not just any cows, but Mama cows who were just trying to feed their babes.

the first time I met a turkey

The turkeys were getting way too close (like dude, she will stomp on you!) and could care less. They wanted whatever was growing near this space.

I told Martin I had never really seen a turkey before and he laughed,

“They are funny things” and he walked over to them. I followed.

They came right up to me and allowed me to pet them and they purred! They were quite funny little things.  A very cute personality and hunger for all things plants, bugs, and berries.

We hung out with some the other day and this fella kept trying to steal the dandelions from between my toes.

feeding turkeys

I dig Turkeys. They don’t belong on our plates. They belong in the fields purring, pissing other creatures off, and living their best “quite funny” lives. Just like us.

P.s. Please be aware that male Turkeys like to impress their women by taking on other animals.

Like….”Look at me Sharon, I’m a sexy beast of a Turkey!”.

They have been known to chase after humans to show off. If you find yourself in this situation, the best advice I can give is to be as large and imposing as possible (but do no harm of course). This will usually make them move along. Just act like a bear. This rarely happens, but the last thing I need is a Wonder Mama being chased down by a big turkey.

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a child picks his mother a flower
A Child Picks His Mother A Flower

A child picks his mother a flower and hands it to her with a big smile. She looks into his eyes, then at the flower, and smells it. She smells it and giggles as she places it in her pocket because it is too precious a gift to be left behind.

When she gets home and peels those sweaty clothes off her tired body, she takes no notice of the wilted flower that has fallen to the ground from her pocket. This magical flower lies there and humbly awaits her attention.

Her children sleep at last, surrounding her with legs and arms as she slowly wiggles out so that she can have a much needed shower, reading time or maybe even a cup of chamomile tea. Her legs tread slow as the exhaustion settles into her body.

She picks up a pillow here, a toy car there and, without even realising she is doing it, begins to sweep the floor. These motions are like breathing to her now.

As she walks to the kitchen, she sees it. .
The flower from this morning. The gift from her child.

She picks it up and smells it again, but this time she takes a much deeper inhale. As her breath deepens, she is overcome with love and gratitude. How has the Universe been so kind to her? How innocent are these children she has… How sweet. How absolutely pure of heart to gift her such a flower?

The tea takes time to brew as the flower stays cuddled in her fingers. Every detail of this flower is now known to her.

As quick as she could muster her hands to move… She switches off the stove. Her tired feet take her back to the slumber of barefeet, tiny fingers and light breathing….

She cuddles right back into the embrace of what seems like a million years of love. Back into the little arms of her Universe.

a child picks his mother a flower

A child picks his mother a flower

p.s. If you enjoyed this, I highly recommend checking out our other stories:

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Woman in Lake
You Do Not Owe ANYTHING To Anyone

You do not owe anything to anyone.

You do not owe it to anyone to look pretty. To weigh some magical number on the scale. To shave your pits or pedicure your feet.

You do not owe it to anyone to dress in a certain way that appeases them. To stick a toxic tampon up your vagina or a toxic weightloss pill down your throat. You do not owe it to anyone to wear padding in your bra to make your breasts look bigger.

You do not owe it to anyone to dye your grey hairs or fill in those wrinkles.

You do not owe it to anyone to shave those legs. To wax those chin, eyebrow or upper lip hairs. To wear a thong, lace-trimmed panties or any underwear at all.

You do not owe it to anyone to be agreeable, sweet, a people pleaser, tidy, organized, a good cook, Martha Stewart, well mannered or upbeat.

You do not owe it to anyone to look, feel or be as anyone WISHES you to be.

You only owe one thing to one person: and that person is you. That one thing is honesty. You deserve to live and be as you wish to be. For yourself.

Hairy, bald, loud, quiet, extroverted, introverted, A cup, DD cup, fat, skinny, pretty, ugly, pedicured, hobbit footed, bloody, plugged, mustached, bearded…

It’s all good if YOU choose it.

My legs are not smooth, my wrinkles have and will be met with love and acceptance, my armpits are like a scruffy man’s beard, my grey hairs are my favorite thing about my wild mane, my feet haven’t been pedicured in 6 years, I absolutely suck at cleaning, bras have no place in my drawer, and yet….I have never felt so beautiful in my life.

Do others agree? Oh… absolutely NOT. The looks I get when people notice my leg hairs. It’s hysterical.

I once lived for others. I once did all of the things to appease everyone…even strangers. My life revolved around the acceptance of others. Not anymore.

I don’t want to be accepted. I don’t want to be put on a pedestal or called beautiful. I only want one thing…

To be honest in my relationship with myself. It’s a wild ride, I tell ya, and I am loving every minute.

p.s. if you dig these truths, check out some of our honest mom posts below:

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Our Love Story: From Tinder to Kinder

I knew a day would come where I would have to write our love story down for my children to laugh at…and I suppose tonight is as good a night as ever.

Martin just came home from work (It is 3 a.m. here in Italy) and we giggled a little about random things and then fed our twin boys together in order to get a good nights rest. (Him of course…I am more like a vampire these days).

As I was breastfeeding Leo…I looked over and saw Martin watching Ale with the most tender look in his eyes. He is so sweet and cautious with the boys. He has this innocence like a puppy dog finding a baby chick. What do I do? Is he OK? Can I lick him to feel better? It is touching. Read more

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My Twin Birth Story: Vegan Mama


Family with twin sons


Today we are chatting about my Twin Birth Story!

My angels were born on March 3rd, 2017 at 9:53 a.m. in Northern Italy…

My pregnancy was NOT like most! I spent most of my first and second trimester living in Paris, France finishing my study abroad year through my University in Hawaii. Believe me…I did NOT plan on being pregnant haha. Not only was my pregnancy a bit strange, but my twin birth story was a bit whacky as well! Read more

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