THE BLOG….my happy place.
Welcome to my (Gwen Vogelzang) personal blog. Read about my experiences as a special needs adoptive parent, our family life, and the story behind publishing our first book “If I Squeeze Your Head I’m Sorry.”
Introverted Extroverts
Are you an Extrovert or an Introvert? Seems black and white. Make a choice and stick to it. Either you love people and partying or you love solitude and reading books under a blanket. Good luck having meaningful relationships with the opposite side. They really...
read moreAnne
Ladies, there are forces to be reckoned with in this world and I'm honored to be in community with one of those forces. Anne Griffith is a force of strength, dignity, hilarity, beauty, wisdom, boldness, determination, and heart. In this woman's presence people find...
read moreGolden Therapy
Last week our marriage therapist leaned forward, looked at us without blinking, and said, "Guys, bless your hearts that you love spoken and written words, but I feel like your son needs a LOT less words from you. He is NOT a blogger and does not listen most...
read moreBeing Still in our Passions
Two years ago marked the launch of what I predicted to be an entrepreneurial A+. I had an idea that combined a number of my passions and skills and it was going to bless the homes of countless Coloradans. Failure wasn't part of my mantra, so I took this idea and...
read moreSweaty Summer
I sat in the obgyn office this morning, surrounded by swelled bellies and women with their feet up. My 9 year old played with a pop up Sesame Street toy at my feet. I told him my phone was off limits and what can I say, he's not picky. My 5 year old scribbled on a...
read moreThey Both Love Vinegar
They both love all things vinegar and dislike desserts. Socks are a nuisance to both their feet and bananas disagree with their taste buds. Shyness precedes the unveiling of their silly personalities and monkey bars are to be conquered, not avoided. All these...
read moreIn Her Shoes
Women around the world experience life in remarkably distinct ways that scream out for connection and community. The paths we walk, the secrets we uncover, the wisdom we inhale, the joy we radiate, the suffering we endure...it simply can not be understood or valued if...
read moreJacquelyn
Jacquelyn's story isn't an easy read friends. It took deep reaching for her to re-tell this experience and we're so grateful for Jacquelyn's bravery and willingness to connect with our readers through tragedy. We're all familiar with the horror that Congresswoman...
read moreWhat Breaks His Heart
In listening to Jamie Ivey's Happy Hour podcast today (which I'm admittedly addicted to), one of her guests quoted, "Lord, break my heart for what breaks yours." I stopped what I was doing and froze. I found myself writing this down on my every present notepad. At...
read moreSummer Slumpiness
With the ushering in of each season, there's so much to celebrate and look forward to. Winter - fresh powder, Christmas magic, hot chocolate...Fall, absolute beauty and crispness in the air, pumpkins and squash, dressing your kids like ghoulish characters...Spring,...
read morePhotographic Depictions of Mamahood
Photography can be a powerful tool for depicting what life has to offer us. This is insanely true for my photography loving soul. This Mom's Day I wanted to vent my feelings on motherhood with less words than I normally spew out, so here's the result. Some of these...
read moreJen
Welcome Jen to In Her Shoes. Jen's story is one that sends palpitations into every Mama heart and resonates with our truest intentions of protection and safe guarding our littles. Jen spoke her story at a women's conference and the link for the video is also below....
read moreMolly
I'm honored to introduce all you lovelies to Molly. Hers is a charming, thought provoking story of generational ties and true community being incorporated into daily, hourly, minute by minute life. We're honored to have the opportunity to walk in her shoes today....
read moreDYING to Motherhood
August, 2015....My Rylan was starting 3rd grade in a week with a teacher who was completely naive to his intricacies, gifts, and nuances and my husband wanted to play racquetball? My long overdue unpolished, chippy finger nails were frantically spelling out detailed...
read moreBrave Little Man
Our little man came home from school a couple weeks ago with a headache. His newest tick involved a substantial amount of nodding his head and shaking it back and forth and his poor little head had enough. On top of that, he talked about the teasing he endured that...
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