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.”

Peace of Home Launch

One of my besties, Dara, and I are kick starting an exciting new venture.  After renovating my new abode together and receiving a tempting offer to work with a local realtor, we decided to team up and launch an interior design, home organization, and staging business....

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Getting Older

It's me. It really is.  I didn't lose my ability to write, although it might seem that way since I haven't posted anything since June. Disgusting, I know.  Trust me, my soul feels the pain.  What happened to me?  Well, my first summer as a SAHM hit with vengeance and...

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Perspective Only He Could Offer

My son stops me in my tracks often.  We know his brain contemplates the world in ways that don't come natural to us.  Like so many kids, he can dissect concepts and events in ways that drop our jaws and leave us speechless.  I don't always summarize conversations like...

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Bittersweet

In November, 2013 I venture my way to a writing retreat, The Haven, in New Mexico.  We couldn't afford it, but Tim understood that I couldn't afford NOT to go.  This trip was my kick off to the writing world, which now looks much different than we anticipated.  That's...

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One Chance

I have 6 books piled on the 1920's chippy farmhouse armoire in my office, waiting to be blogged on.  They've been glaring at me actually.  That's how I decompress after reading something that causes me to break out a highlighter.  If a book doesn't require...

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Sunburned

We're currently on vaca at South Padre Island in Texas with my husband's immediate family.  It's serene in every way.  The weather is a perfect blend of sun, cloud cover, and breeze, we're sun kissed, overtired in the best kind of way, and eating until our heart's...

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Concrete

When I put myself in a place that brings inner zen and the feeling that all is right with the world, it's a farm in the middle of nowhere.  It's Uncle Phil and Aunt Katy's farm outside Seattle specifically.  It's Tim's company's ranch in Wyoming.  It's a mountain...

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Spiritual Parenting

There's always room for improvement in our parenting methods right?  I have yet to meet someone who has all their parenting ducks in a neat and tidy row, despite how confident they might appear.  It's not possible to have it all figured out.  And when you look at it...

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Labels – Yuck and Unavoidable

My handsome husband sent me this article a while back and I finally sat down and dove in.  It's like someone moved into my 5'10" frame and told their story through my hands.  Not every detail is symmetrical, as Rylan would say, but it's a window into how we feel. It...

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ADD at its Finest

It's been an ADD heavy weekend.  Maybe because we're on the tail end of Spring Break.  Maybe it's a lack of sleep or too much sleep or not enough restful sleep.  Maybe it's the cosmic forces looming over us.  We don't pretend to know.  The less structure, the more our...

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Stooping Down to Find Joy

I'm learning a thing or two about joy and gifts lately.  Joy isn't elation and ear to ear toothy grins.  It's not finding a $20 in my pocket or a "perfect" night on the floor playing games with bathed and agreeable children, or a romantic, candlelit dinner with my...

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When Things Feel Dark…

Ann Voskamp's, One Thousand Gifts, offered me a hauntingly powerful perspective on going through dark times.  Darkness is a reality so difficult to tackle personally and also when walking with others through their struggles.  There aren't "good" words, so silence is...

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Searching for Beauty in the Circus

My husband and I recently returned home from a gift of 5 days in the Bahamas, sans little people.  It was like one giant, gut deep breath.  While we were there I read two books, front to back.  Not just the front and the back as one friend joked.  I read ALL the words...

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Beautiful Squeaks

My son woke up at 2:00am last night to get water.  His throat was scratchy and frog like.  I helped him seal the lid and back to bed he went.  30 minutes later he came running into our bedroom, frantic.  He was crying  - more like sobbing.  I couldn't make out exactly...

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