by Cornelia Becker Seigneur | Jul 7, 2015 | Life
My neighbor Joyce needs supplemental oxygen just to breathe. She cannot go anywhere without it. She sits on her couch with her thin oxygen tubes connected through her nose and with this heat; it’s been especially hard on her. Today, she left me a voice mail that the...
by Cornelia Becker Seigneur | Jun 17, 2015 | Family Life, Parenting
We were glued to the TV during the NBA finals these last weeks. I am a basketball fan and loved the adrenaline rush of this NBA finals series where Golden State and Cleveland duked it out. Then, after the heart racing series, it was of course the Golden State...
by Cornelia Becker Seigneur | May 30, 2015 | Culture, Marriage, Tradition, Writing
It’s graduation and wedding season which means that we — and I am guessing you too — are receiving graduation announcements and wedding invitations. And other invitations to fun celebratory end of the school year beginning of summer events. In our house,...
by Cornelia Becker Seigneur | Mar 27, 2015 | Family Life, Motherhood, Navigating Motherhood, Parenting Philosophy, Raising Tweens, Real-Life Mom column, Tradition, Transitions, Tweens
My youngest son Augustin Heinz Martin turned 12 a couple of days ago. Can we just slow life down for a while. It’s moving too fast. But, Gus was ready. His birthdays are a big deal for him and they are a big deal to me as well. It’s his last year as a “tween.” Sixth...
by Cornelia Becker Seigneur | Mar 5, 2015 | Accident, Attitude, Being present, Extraordinary Ordinary, Gratitude, Hospitality, Kids, Life, Moms, Teaching Moments, The Extraordinary Ordinary, Writing
“Strange, isn’t it? Each man’s life touches so many other lives. When he isn’t around he leaves an awful hole, doesn’t he?” — Angel Clarence When my friend Jenni set up the meal train for us after our Accident, there was a...
by Cornelia Becker Seigneur | Feb 15, 2015 | Accident, Being present, Life, West Linn, West Linn news
When she walked through the door of our home, her eyes immediately welled up in tears, as she looked at me sprawled out on the couch. You should be dead. You should be dead. Your kids would’ve been orphans. They should’ve been planning your funeral. I cannot believe...
