Hello There, Friend

Angie Warren // Hello There, Friend

Recently, the lovely ladies of Hello There, Friend approached me about a feature on their blog + IG. I was honored, it's a project I've followed since the beginning, and I absolutely love how they remind me to find gratitude in the itty bitty daily pieces of life.

They asked me some really great, thought provoking Q&A and I got to takeover their IG for the day! What fun!

You can check it out, here.



The Truth, The Whole Truth, and Nothing But.

Angie Warren // on Homeschooling

Admission: the truth of the matter is, it's not what I thought, it's so much more.

We're a bit over two weeks in now and I feel like I can finally sit down and write.

I have about a thousand things on my mind, but I'll spare you all of it and just share the important bits.

That first day? Oh, expectations were high. There were tears, yelling, yeah, I locked myself in the bathroom a few times. It was, not pretty. I sent some desperate voxer messages, calls, and texts, and got loads of encouragement and virtual hugs. Plugged along, and went about the day.

But oy. It was, uh, rough.

Angie Warren // on Homeschooling

I think for years I'll look back upon that day and sort of go "awwwww" for the Angie that thought she had to do things the way everyone else did them. I'll feel a bit for the kids that really only knew traditional school and had a mom who thought our day would be pinterest-worthy.

I digress.

I learned quickly that some things simply wouldn't work for us. At least not in this phase. I envisioned a lot (I'll save you the list), and had to quick check myself, and send up an arm full of prayers, to realize our family is unique. No one is like us, really. What worked for her, well, it won't work for us.

Angie Warren // on Homeschooling

Once that was settled, I began to find that our days smoothed out. I know, we have ages to go before we really find our groove and I know it will morph and change, but man God's been good. Full of grace + love.

I giggle a tiny bit when I look at the post I wrote early August about our Homeschool Plan. Giggling only because shoot, a plan is good right? The thing is, if I were to post what things really look like, it would hardly mimic that post.

And that, my friends, is okay. It's so okay.

Angie Warren // on Homeschooling

Because, we do use those Beautiful Feet books. And are they ever beautiful. We've devoured Columbus. Do we go strictly day to day, as it's laid out? Nope. Have the kids soaked in the details, imagined his voyages, laughed and asked questions and narrated? YES. Can they tell you where he meant to go, where he ended up, and why he kept two log books? Sure thing.

How about the science plan? Swimming animals first, Astronomy second? That changed on day two. I listened to a Wild + Free podcast with Elsie of Farmhouse Schoolhouse, chatting about Chasing the Spark. When Danny said "Mom I really want to learn about space." I quick packed up the Swimming Creatures book and pulled out Astronomy. They weren't even done with breakfast before I made the switch.

Angie Warren // on Homeschooling

We dove head first into the moon, I watercolored, the kids drew the phases, Quinn even made a moon from a paper plate, foil, and glitter. It was incredible. The following week, I asked "What planet?" and quickly they chose Mars. This week, we're on Jupiter.

Did we follow the daily grid? We didn't. Can they tell you the temperature of Mars, the name of the volcano, descriptions of her moons? Sure thing.  Will they go on and on about the difference between our atmosphere and that of Mars, why it looks red, and what humans would need to live there? Yes mam. All without writing a paper on it, or being tested, or following a plan.

Angie Warren // on Homeschooling

I suppose my point here is, what I envisioned for our schooling sort of went out the window. And there's not a thing wrong with that. In fact, it's become so much better, so much richer, than ANYTHING I could have made into an excel worksheet.

This home educating is so special, so incredibly unique to each and every family. If you would have asked me four months ago what I pictured we would be doing in late August, I'd likely have laid out our daily schedule, complete with a color coded grid. We would hit every subject every day and produce beautiful watercolored narratives of each said subject.

Angie Warren // on Homeschooling

Instead, we devour books (we're reading three, listening to two). We dive in fully to what we're interested in and what we're learning. We're planning a trip of a lifetime. Danny is starting his own video game review blog. Luke does two-three math lessons a day if I let him (which of course I do). Quinn has discovered a passion for the weather and reports to us each day. We took the long way home to visit Gold Rush museums and read about the past, and not worry about homework or bedtimes, or early alarm clocks. It's really something.

We learn hands on. We're obsessed with nature, our curiosities collection, discovery. I watercolor, they use colored pencils (except Quinn, she's my girl). The cute math box I put together with little workbooks and manipulatives, math games and such, I curated for days when I thought they'd want a "break" - it sits dusty. When given the chance to skip "real math" for the box, they choose their beloved Teaching Textbooks any day!

Angie Warren // on Homeschooling

I thought I knew my kids, and I did, I do know their hearts. I know their favorite songs and meals, I know their love languages. But I really truly had no idea how they learned best. So we're discovering it all, together.

And it's amazing.

Angie Warren // on Homeschooling

No, I'm no veteran. Yes I have so much to learn. I know rough roads are ahead. And amazing days are ahead. But we're doin' it and we're happy and that's the whole truth.

The Yellowstone Experience

Angie Warren // on Homeschooling

When my husband was a boy, the Warrens took a trip to Yellowstone. It rests in his memory of one of the best times of his childhood. So taking his own family there has been a dream of his for years.

We decided 2017 would be the year.

When we said yes to homeschool, I knew planning the Yellowstone trip would be the perfect life skill for our boys (8 and 11) to partake in. Over time we've been collecting books & maps, eagerly awaiting the time when we can sit down and officially begin to piece this thing together.

This thing, is lovingly dubbed, The Yellowstone Experience.

We know there are websites out there that will plan your trip from point A to B and back again. We love technology, we do. But we also think it an important life skill for our boys to know how to do things the good ole fashioned way.

You know, like reading a map. And planning a budget. And checking weather, and packing, and making lists, and getting their hands deep into the idea, dirty even, so that when we do it, when we pull out into the great unknown, they'll take pride knowing they had a hand in curating this experience.

That's our goal, and we can't wait.

Angie Warren // on Homeschooling


Today we pulled out the books, our binder, and maps and began to brain storm. Of course that's after a quick bison watercolor (the binder needed a cute cover, am I right?), some iced chai, and mini corn muffins.

I explained to the kids a bit of what we would be doing in the coming months. Their first question was "but where do we start?".

So we pulled out some paper and I asked, "What things do we need to do, to research, what questions do you have?".

And so it began. They had great ideas! I'll organize them a bit and then we will begin to dig into them, answer, plan, and come up with a trip they're sure to remember decades later - just as their daddy does.

Here's what we will be working with:

  • How will we get there?
  • How long will it take?
  • When are we going? What season?
  • What will we pack?
  • Where will we stay?
  • What will we eat?
  • Can we hunt? Fish?
  • How much will it cost?
  • Will it be fun? (really guys?)
  • What wildlife will we see?
  • What route will we take?
  • What time will we arrive?
  • What place will we see first?
  • What will be our itinerary?
  • What will the weather be?
  • What will we see?
  • What will we buy?
  • Who will come with us?
  • What will we do with the dogs?
  • How long will we be gone?
  • What equipment do we need to get?
  • What safety precautions will we take?

Until next time...

Letters from my Mom


She had been engaged less than twenty-four hours when I put the finishing touches on it. On her gift.

You see, I knew it was coming, the ring, and so I had been working feverishly for a week to piece together something special.

My baby sister will be getting married and our mother has died and I find myself taking on the role that was left void, that crisp morning in October, nearly three years ago.

I decided to enlist the contributions of all the women most important to our mom: our family and close friends, females who loved her and love us and would love on my sister as she stepped into a brand new phase of life.

Quickly I received confirmation from each person I had contacted. Yes, they would be sending letters, yes, yes, yes. I awaited their well wishes, and advice, and words of wisdom, as if it were my thesis.

As evening tucked way into night, I got a text:

"Ang, I'll have my note over to you this evening. And, also, I'll be sending your mom's."

My, what?

My. Mom's.

My mom's note?

My mom's note.


Sure enough, it came through. Not in her pen however, because this was a unique situation. My mom, in her final six months of life, was too scared of what it meant to write to her kids. Knowing her as I did, I am certain that for her to sit down and write these letters, meant she ceased to fight.

And my mama fought. Oh she fought.

So they played a game, she and her best friend. States apart, they curated letters for us, her children - through phone calls, emails, and the like.

Without my sweet mother sitting at a desk to scrawl in her tell-tale script, giving in and giving up, they were able to craft countless words to be handed to us at later dates.

And as it would happen, the first of these would come to me, for my newly engaged sister, on a warm night in July.

I wept. I wept tears hot and heavy, full and searing.

I wept for what I did not know all those months, I wept for the best friend of my mother's who did such a painful and selfless thing, I wept for the knowledge of all the things to come - things my mom knew she would be missing.

And so, last week, Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros our soundtrack, I gingerly passed this gift, over to my sister.

"Dear Robinhood," it began (her nick name for my sister), "You are getting married, and I can not be there..."

I struggle even today to read the rest of the note, which, I'll be keeping private out of respect for my sister.

It chokes me.

It sucks the air from my lungs and I weep again.

And at the end of the day, I am not the least bit surprised our mama would do such a thing. I'm not. And yet, it still bites, like the sting of a bee. And I struggle to break from it. I struggle to breathe.

The missing of her. The sadness I feel. The way it takes you back to the worst days of grief.

It softens some, that pain, but I know there are more notes to come. And so, I know there is more pain. Good pain, you know? Pain you want to feel, even through the bleeding of it.

Oh mama, you were more amazing than you ever realized. And we loved you oh, so very much...

- - - - - - - -

For what feels like an eternity now, I've wondered why I can't seem to sit and finish the memoir I'm 80k words into. Sure, it felt like the story wasn't finished. The redemption, still working it's way to surface.

Until this.

This. These letters. Suddenly it's clear. It's vivid like the first light of day, I couldn't finish it because there was so much I didn't know.

There is still, so much I don't know.

I do know one thing, and that is, I'll finish this race. I'll write every last word and I'll do it for her and with her, in spirit.

If you need me, I'll be writing.


Social Media Conflict


I've been in a space of conflict lately about social media, about this device in my hands. And then after spending a few days with a dear friend who has walked away for good, I was reminded of all the reasons I ever walked myself.

We chatted a lot about this, she and I. But the truth is, it's been sitting with me for quite a bit. I've been off of social media a handful of times. Deleted my accounts, detoxed, and eventually made my way back in the name of business, writing, or whatever else. I've worked on balance, narrowed who I've followed, all in hopes of that elusive, desire to be able to stay and still not lose sight of what's important.

I've failed. Miserably failed.

But what of people like my good friends Tiffany Ruda and Tristian Skidmore? What of Jessica Cudzillo and the Parsons? All artists, mamas, creatives, with businesses and huge followings - that said once and for all, so long, this space isn't cutting it for me ✌🏻️ out.

They all have this one thing in common: family, intentional time spending, and living life without telling the world - these things became their priority over having a big following and thriving business and hash-tagging and being featured and all of it. And soon, soon that feeling became so good, so tangible, they chose to not come back at all.

Tiffany and I, Tristian and I, we've talked long and hard over it the last few years. I remember pretty clearly the feeling those first few days away of always reaching for my phone, of feeling lost in what's happening with my friends and the community. But before long I sat to eat and simply connected with my friends and family, I didn't reach for my phone every blasted second, and the friends that are truly friends, they were just a phone call or text or house visit away.

And yet it's conflicting because there's still that deep desire in me to write, to finish my book and seek an agent, and truth be told, I know the world of publishing likely wants nothing to do with someone who isn't up and up on social media. But. But. But still I am just not sure that's enough to keep me around.

I know for many this is a non issue. I have plenty of friends who wouldn't dream of giving it up, who CAN balance it, but I would also venture to say many of you (myself included) don't realize just how much time you're spending looking down at a phone, how many important conversations you're missing, how much LIFE you're missing (Have you ever checked your daily and weekly usage? It's scary).

I've been watching for the last few weeks when I'm out and about and with people, and it's heart breaking. And I've been guilty of it more than I'd like to admit. When was the last time you ate a meal without a phone in your hand? When did you last have a good conversation with a friend or husband or child, without sneaking a peek at your screen? How about the last time you did something really great, whether it be art or an accomplishment or a trip, without sharing it on IG or snapchat or Facebook?

Because the question remains that, if something happens but isn't declared to the world, does it really happen? Does it have meaning? And even further than that, what's our MOTIVE for sharing. I've had to ask myself some hard questions lately. What IS my motive in each square I publish? What ARE my motives for the words I write on my business FB page? What are yours, your motives?

I think of Tiffany and Tristian, the Parson family and even now Jessica - living their lives and their day to day, doing all the same things they did before, but with more meaning because they don't feel the need to tell the entire world about it. Some of them blog, some don't. But the instant gratification of a share and then the "assurance" of likes and comments, that's long gone for them.

So. Yeah, I'm in a place of conflict. Conviction. Confusion. And yeah, I'm talking ABOUT it ON social media, but it's because I feel so strongly. I know I'm not changing the world with my thoughts, but I'd like to maybe plant a seed in you, to even consider where you're spending your own time. Just as I'm considering it.

So I ask myself and I ask you: If today was our final day on this earth, would we be pleased with how we made use of it?

The Fourth


It all started the Independence Day of his fourth year. He still had the roundness of his babyhood, mispronounced the letter f, and fit squarely in my lap.

We were out back as the last bit of light slipped away, when I noticed it. The way his hands, small and dirty, held the popper. I dialed my ISO way up, and began to shoot.

This was the night I became my own artist. The evening I threw out the rules, and fell in love with documenting life as I saw it. Grain and all.

It continued. Each Fourth of July since, I've waited, with bated breath for *just* the right light. You know, when twilight whispers, but the stars aren't quite there.

That's when I shoot it. A series that's grown in my heart, just as my small boy has grown towards a man.

Each year holds a memory. Some are shot with Nikon, one is film, there's even an iPhone portrait. This year was Canon.

It doesn't matter really, because I'm curating a series that holds my heart like a life vest.

And there have been years I've needed it to keep afloat.

This year, I placed him between myself and the sinking sun. Handed him a small popper. Dialed my ISO up and brought my aperture down. Composed my image. Shot. One, two, five clicks of the shutter.

And we went about our night.

A bit later as I scrolled through the images I began to notice something: man, I thought, that popper looks small in his hands.

"Can we try this again, bud?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't be thrilled.

Much to my surprise I looked up and he was smiling, grabbing something else, a bigger firework. One he planned to help his dad with.

It hit me. He's no longer a small boy, holding a small popper.

No. He's ready to hold the big stuff.

And so, in the end, I would use this imagery to tell the story of the year I came to understand him. To accept, that, my tiny boy isn't so tiny after all.

But oh, how I love him so.

To my son: thank you for this gift. For going along with this crazy notion your mama has. Thank you for seven more years of this. I try not to weep at the thought of how you'll continue to grow, and change.

My hope is that one day, when you're a man with children of your own, you'll remember the sunset of each Independence Day - your sappy artist of a mother, that simply wanted to hold onto each bit of your childhood. One popper (or, ahem, firework) at a time.



Painted Skies

Angie Warren

"How will they be, mama?" she asked. "What's that, Quinn?" I leaned in. "The fi-ah works. How will they be?"

So I went on to tell her of the painted skies. We talked about the rain of light. The crackle of the finish.

And when they began, those fi-ah works, I got to experience them for the first time. All over again.

May I never forget the braids, the blue and white dress, the winter boots. May I drink in her smallness, her eager for life and love and joy. May I write the sound of her voice on my heart, to pick up and listen to at will.

May we all experience something for the first time, through the eyes of a child. The magic. The anticipation. The newness of something we grown ups have long forgotten.

We celebrate a birthday, but we celebrate too, a rebirth of ourselves. Which if we only allow it, just might be the loveliest gift of all.

Dear You, Don't Give Up

Oh hey you: husband, wife, friend.

Your wife's mom just died. Or your husband's dad. Or, your best friend's parent. Their world has been rocked, and suddenly what was once safe, for them, for you, isn't safe anymore at all.

Your person, they've changed, in an instant or a week or a month. Though, of course, you know this. Maybe they're angry, withdrawn - maybe they're silent. Maybe they aren't someone you recognize.

The truth is, it could be this way for a while.

This dark space, this re-entry into a world that goes on spinning. It guts them. The earth isn't stopping, it's moving and breathing and inside their head, is a thick, twisting, fog.

A strangling beast says, "WHY is the world spinning! WHY doesn't everyone see! WHY won't everything JUST STOP!"

That beast controls every aspect of their new normal, including their relationship with you. For a time, it feels impossible for them to change this. And perhaps you feel like it's impossible to understand. But, grief is too strong, she's too manipulative, she's just there, at every corner.

Grief ruins dinners, and bedtime stories. She destroys perfectly good makeup days. And, if you aren't careful, she will severely damage the best laid plans.

Husband-wife-bestfriend, listen to me when I say, your person? Yeah, they're hurting. They're devastated. They're walking on broken glass with broken feet and the path ahead shows little comfort.

But they're still your person.

Amidst the hardest days they're walking through, behind every angry word they spit, underneath the tear stained sheets - is that person you love. That person, the one you love so much? They're in this place, because of love.

Love is what makes saying goodbye so viciously hard. The love they had for the one they lost, it morphs and becomes something else entirely. It's because of love, that you have to hang on for this ride.

So, hold on, will you? Promise me? Hold on and do not, let, go.

Be their strength, but also know that, this thing they're trying to survive, they'll have to survive with their own will. They need you to walk beside them, but often times, they need to know they can do it.

They need to know that they can swim, among the raging seas. They need you to be their lighthouse, so shine for them, okay? Even if they're throwing rocks at your glass, even in the darkest of nights, keep your torch aflame.

A day will come, that they'll swim right out to you. They'll invite you into the waters with them, and together, you'll heal. You'll survive. Both of you.

Just, stay close by for the ride. Whatever twists and turns may come.

Because being in their shoes, struggling through their seas, were the worst days, for me. The darkest days. The days I almost lost my marriage. The days I spat poison from my lips. The days I'd rather drown, than to even attempt to swim.

And I had a person that didn't give up on me. So, please, don't give up on yours.


A Fellow Survivor

Paul Kalanithi + Facing Death

ANGIE WARREN // writer
That message is simple: When you come to one of the many moments in life when you must give an account of yourself, provide a ledger of what you have been, and done, and meant to the world, do not, I pray, discount that you filled a dying man’s days with a sated joy, a joy unknown to me in all my prior years, a joy that does not hunger for more and more, but rests, satisfied. In this time, right now, that is an enormous thing.
Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

Absolutely GUTTED by this book. Sobbed my way through the last half. Connected to it. Stomach sickened by it. Heart broken from it.

And yet, it's infiltrated my thoughts since finishing it. To be so close to life + death every day and suddenly, face to face with it.

I thought of my mom. Of our final days with her in the ICU. Of the book SHE so desperately wanted to write. But, her time was cut short, so short. I think if my mama had been able to pen her thoughts into a manuscript, it would mimic Paul's in many ways.

And true to what I assumed, this book has made me want to finish my own.

I believe this man's life and essentially, his death, will walk along side of those of us who have read it for many years to come. Hard stuff, but, such good stuff, too.

A Fairy Forever

ANGIE WARREN // writer

She had asked me if she could be a fairy. I quietly led her here, to this tiny, golden, patch of light.

I leaned in and whispered, "The truth is, you're already a fairy, and here, where the sun kisses the earth, is where you'll get your magic.".

She stood, still as can be, watching, looking. "How long will I be a fai-wy, mama?", her voice low and raspy. "You'll be a fairy forever, my girl." I promised her.

And then in a soft voice, reminded my small fairy to always stand in the setting sun, every chance she gets. To gather magic, of course.

Whether fairies or weary moms or hard working dads, we could all use a bit of magic every now and then. The magic of a setting sun, of fairy forests, of imagination.

Thirty-Five Years, One Here, One in Heaven

ANGIE WARREN // writer

She was seventeen, but knew, my dad was the one. So, thirty-five years ago on this day, they wed, at the front of a church lined in stained glass - among everyone they knew, and loved.

She wore her mama's dress, veil, and pearls, and was to me, the most beautiful bride I've ever laid eyes on.

Today, is the third wedding anniversary my mama celebrates in Heaven, the third my dad celebrates alone. But still we recognize it, remember it, and know it's on this day so long ago, that they became a we, and oh, what beautiful things came from that commitment.

Happy 35th mom & dad. Loving you both.

ADHD, Lava Lamps & Loving to Learn

We've recently learned that our oldest struggles with ADHD. We have an amazing therapist who has helped him through Anxiety and PTSD in years past, and our discovery of ADHD has answered so many questions we didn't realized we even had.

ADHD isn't the reason we're homeschooling but my goodness, it's just another thing God has placed in our path to show us, we're doing the right thing.

At age 11, Danny has struggled for some time (years really if we look back at it) with completing work, organization, focus.

We've just assumed he was being lazy.

One of our biggest personal goals for him, in schooling at home, is:

  • to bring back the confidence that's been lost
  • to remind him he IS capable, intelligent, worthy
  • to re-instate a love and joy, for learning

So when someone posted recently in a homeschool group I joined, that they had some Kiwi Crate boxes up for grabs, I jumped on it. They weren't full crates, but bits and pieces.

As I unpacked the boxes that afternoon I saw a small kit for creating your own lava lamp. Immediately I put it aside for Danny (who LOVES lava lamps).

The next day he was so excited to get to work on it, and as we watched the colors bubble and blend, his face lit up. He smiled. He laughed.

He absolutely loved it.

"I always wondered how this worked!" he said, eyes full of wonder.

Watching him enjoy this simple project, that gave him insight and the scientific know-how, while making it fun and interesting? My heart burst.

He went on to tell me, "Mom, you're making me really want to do more science stuff, can I look up how to make a volcano explode?"

Yes, son. Yes you can.

I sat back and watched, smiling from ear to ear, as he exploded vinegar and baking soda all afternoon. I looked to the Heavens and thanked the Lord over and over and over again.

We're going to do this, we're going to do this, we're going to do this.

When Breath Becomes Air, I Survived

ANGIE WARREN // writer

I penned a difficult reply to a friend who lost her mama to cancer, just now. And, I found it so interesting how easily the words flowed.

Sharing bits of my own loss, the darkness, the anger. And I began to suddenly see it all in a different light. I began to see myself as, a survivor. I, survived, losing my mom.

I'm not sure how exactly, but I didn't let grief win. Sure, I swam with her for a long while, but she didn't get the best of me. So as I pick up this book, I realize what I'm about to dive into.

For me, sometimes I have to do hard things, like talk about my mom's death, or read a book about cancer, or drive back by her old house. For some, that seems absurd. But for me, it's just right. It brings it all back to center. To reality. To life. It reminds me that she was real and she was a fighter and she was amazing.

And like I told my sister, I'll probably close the last page of this book and promptly open back up my own manuscript. And perhaps one day, I'll actually finish it, and someone else will hold *my* book in one hand, and think similar thoughts and do similar things.

And that, would be a pretty incredible thing.

Wild Explorers Club

One of the first things we fell in love with when beginning to look into homeschool, was the Wild Explorers Club. (I shared a link to it in a recent post about some of our favorite things, find that here.)

Hiking and exploring are things we love to do, we're not pros, and just go locally, but being outside and collecting bits of nature, is a fave past time of ours. The promo video for WEC, posts friends have shared, and their Instagram account - they're just about enough inspiration to make you want to immediately sign up.

I was pretty stoked to see the entire family could join in for just $14/month, we just print x3 of everything, and eventually as we earn patches, we'll just get enough for everyone. The "program" is meant to last nearly two years, working your way through various prompts and projects to earn a variety of animal badges.

We surprised the kids last week with their membership and some awesome hiking packs I got on a steal from Amazon. They were SO pumped to head out to one of our favorite local spots to hike and quickly filled them with a few things we had around the house.

I made up some quick binder covers (see above) and put the first assignment (Wolf) in them. Just today we received # 2 of the 4 Wolf assignments and I'm excited to show the kids this afternoon!

I think this will be one of our favorite pieces of the home educating puzzle. After all, we're a school of explorers.


Whales, Breathless, Content

ANGIE WARREN // writer

Just beyond her a family of whales graced us with their beauty and I was stopped.



Because of her and because of the sea and because of the great creatures that call it home.

It may be cold and we may be salty, but we are together and whole and though it often seems untrue, the world is good and all is well and I am content.

Colloidal Silver / What it is & How it's Changed our Lives.

Angie Warren // Wellness + Colloidal Silver

What is Colloidal Silver?

Silver is a natural element. Colloidal means suspended in water. So, Colloidal Silver is, silver suspended in purified water. Silver has been used medicinally for thousands of years, up until the early 1900's when physicians actually used it quite often - but with antibiotics came a decline in the use of silver. In fact, Hippocrates, wrote that silver had "beneficial healing and anti-disease properties". He raved about silver, how it repaired tissue and aided in the healing process. In my research, I also learned that in the past, silver was widely used in storing water, and eating with, as it had such anti-bacterial properties.

It is known for:

- being antibacterial/antibiotic

- treating burns, thrush, and other skin conditions, even insect bites

- antiviral properties

- being anti-allergy

- providing anti-inflammatory relief

What's our story?

Winter 2014/2015 was HARSH for us. We've never had such a bad season of sickness. I think at one point we calculated that we'd spent nearly $2k in ($30) co-pays for the doctors office, and Rx for us and the kids. Not only that but I missed a total of 5 weeks in teaching, because I had to stay home with our sick children. I feel like we were sick. all. the. time. Just about every infection you can come up with, one of us had. I was over it. One Friday morning in early February I was texting a friend about my strep throat. I told her our Danny had been on three Rx already this year for a sinus infection and none of us was feeling much better.

She immediately told me about Silver. Their family had been through two or three rounds of strep that antibiotics wasn't touching, and when they went to Silver, their infections were gone in days. I was desperate. It was Friday, I tried our family doctor but she wasn't in I'd need to go to Urgent Care for my throat. I wasn't about to pay $50 for the visit, plus another $30 for medicine. So I took her advice and took a chance, drove to the next town over and picked it up.

By the next day my throat felt much better, the white spots nearly gone, and the swelling had gone down tremendously. And another day, the infection was completely gone. I could not believe it. It was the most incredible thing in the world. (Scroll to the bottom of this post to see the images of my throat, they're... graphic, warning).

I began to wonder if this Silver stuff could help the rest of us. We were currently dealing with: three sets of pink eye, one ear infection, one sinus infection, and a strep-looking mess in my oldest son's throat. I researched and researched and found some helpful information. Sure enough, Silver has been known to help ALL of these. So I went Silver crazy. We had just run out of pink eye drops that day, so I switched to silver. They were cleared the next day. All three kids. Incredible. My daughter woke up in the middle of the night screaming in pain from her ear. A dose of Motrin, and Silver in her ear, and she slept through the night. We never did go in for that one.

Time and time again, we saw Silver changing the way we dealt with our health and slowly but surely, we found ourselves healthy again.

Even when I came down with my first ever, sudden, UTI, Silver to the rescue, I never needed to see my doctor. I followed the "power dose" for a few days (see more below).

A few months passed and the dreaded stomach bug was circulating throughout our school. I do NOT handle this well. I just don't. I started to panic. Three kids in my daughter's preschool class (of only 7 kids total) had it, five or six in my son's 4th grade class, and I believe the Kinder class had it too. It was a mess, every day I heard of another student home throwing up.

I asked my friend and searched some more and found that Silver can be a hugely effective tool in keeping our systems healthy and strong, so we went for it. Diligently, I dosed Silver to the kids and I and prayed and prayed and prayed - and by the grace of God we remained stomach flu free. I truly attribute that to God taking care of us, AND the strong anti-bacterial, immunity boosting Silver particles.

Additionally, my husband has sensitive eyes and often his contacts cause intense eye infections. I caught him using silver on a number of occasions, so we keep it in our bathroom too.

With all that being said, I'm not an affiliate, I make no money on this blog post. I just feel that strongly about it. I can not imagine life without Silver now, and make sure we always have a bottle on hand.

Angie Warren // Wellness + Colloidal Silver

What dosage is best?

Keep in mind this is what our family does, based on suggestions from those who have used it, naturopaths, and research done. I am not a doctor.

Colloidal Silver can be taken daily as an immunity booster. We do this. Especially now that school is back in session. Each of us takes a dose each morning. It tastes and looks just like water, but occasionally has a slight metallic taste that I kid you not, is gone in 20 seconds if you even have it. All of my kids take it happily, and they are the most picky when it comes to food and drink. So I'm thankful for that. If this is the case, you take one dose per day.

For an adult that would be 1 teaspoon (or 6 droppers full)

For a child one daily dose would be 1/2 teaspoon (or 3 droppers full)
*I give this to my three year old daughter, I am not sure about kids younger than that*

Colloidal Silver as the anti-antibiotic. I call it this because this is what we take now in stead of an Rx. This is what I did for the throat infection mentioned above, and viewed below. It's sometimes called a "power dose". You continue the "power dose" until symptoms are 100% gone, and even then I went one day longer. The doses between the two images at the bottom of the post was somewhere after my 7th dose, so one day.

For an adult power dose: 1 teaspoon, each hour, for 7 hours (so a total of 7/per day)

For an older child (6+): 1/2 teaspoon, each hour, for 7 hours (so a total of 7/per day)

For a younger child (3-5): 1/2 teaspoon, three times a day (total of 3/per day)

Colloidal Silver for Eye Infections / Ears. For the kids I did 2 drops of colloidal silver in each eye 2/day until their eyes were clear, and then one day more.

3 drops 4/day for their ears, in each ear, if both are infected. A special note about ears though, try as hard as you can to get them to lay still, on their side for a good 5 minutes or so after you've put the drops in that ear, to really let it get into the ear drum. Then when the do sit up, slowly, have a tissue handy in case a bit dribbles out.

As I want to be totally honest, the only time we've gotten an Rx after finding silver was a few months ago when our daughter got a fast and furious double ear infection. She was fine one day, the next both ear drums were bulging and she had a raging fever. We did Silver as I had before, but I could tell something was different this time and I'm glad we went in. Poor love.

Use your best judgement. We aren't 100% against antibiotics, if needed, of course we will do what is best for our family. However, finding Silver has changed everything for us, so I foresee a lot less Rx in our house!

Which Colloidal Silver to get?

Please please please if you do anything, do not waste your money elsewhere. Sovereign Silver is the purest ingredients with zero additives. It's made with 99.999% pure elemental silver and purified water. There are no added silver salts or other compounds. This makes it extremely safe, simple and most importantly, pure.

I raved to my grandmother last Spring about how much Silver had helped us, she was intrigued and went to her local health food store - where she got a good deal on two bottles of a different brand of Silver. I told her to go ahead and try it (for a UTI) but she wasn't seeing results. So I had her check the ingredients and sure enough, it had a handful of other things added.

I think it's so important to get the best there is. It is worth every. penny. Trust me on that one.

If you're local to the Bay Area, Harvest House in Concord sells it - as well as GNC in Brentwood. If you aren't, you can order it on Amazon like I do (a bit cheaper and with Prime you pay nothing for shipping!) Click here to see that (nope, no affiliate link there either).

I just feel really strongly about this stuff, I know how much it's helped us and I hope maybe this information helps someone else. Don't hesitate to ask any questions!

WARNING: gross throat images below...

Photo on the left is before Colloidal Silver. Image on the right is after seven doses and 1 day. By the next day, the infection was GONE.

A 1950's Summer + That Kind of Life

 "I knew we were too busy all the time, and I knew we had become caught up in the parental rat race. I was exhausted by the pace and pressure that dictates family life today, and the constant feeling that if you let up for one minute, your child will fall behind. This is the cardinal sin of parenting today in the middle class: letting your child fall behind."

When I read this article last week (quoted above) I knew I was meant to read it, and I knew, for us, the idea of a 1950's summer was much more than this post, it was much more than summer. It was a mantra for life.

I can't count how many times recently I've said to people that the last six years have felt more like survival. Sure, parenting sometimes feels that way, parenting babies and parenting pre-teens (oy). But it's more than that. The last six years we've been parents of school-aged kid(s).


That comes with it's own kind of survival. To be honest, it's exhausting. I've been blessed to stay home the majority of that time, a few years in there I taught at the kid's school. But I've always worked. I ran my own business (a few if we're being truthful). I've worked freelance projects, written, photographed, designed - all from home, all while mothering my school-aged babies.

When I read the Huff Post article I thought to myself about the 1950's era. I thought of my kids. I thought of the age of digital devices and I thought of our decision to homeschool.

We love our Apple products, don't get me wrong. We won't be parting ways. Like. Ever.

But we also love dirt, and crafting, and nature, and kids playing in sprinklers, and reading books, and exploring, and laughing over silly games.

And I think one of the things I'm most looking forward to in our home educating is the freedom that comes with grasping onto a bit of the 1950's life. That kind of life.

It has felt, all these years, as though we rush through the week, barely hanging onto the ride, for the weekend to come, and pass, just as busy. Sunday night arrives and my stomach hurts, I ache, for the knowing of what's ahead.

Hurried lunch making, last minute field-trip-money-scraping, rushing kids out of bed, yelling that we're late, yelling that a shoe is lost, yelling that a backpack is lost, yelling because, sanity. is. lost. Then, we rush home from school to do homework, which drags some nights well past dinner, and on occasion, has to be finished the next morning.

It's all a rush, all of it, and it's tearing us apart.

So after church today, in the midst of finishing our final weeks of traditional school, we got a 1950's kind of day. It happened without intent, not one of us sat down to plan it. We simply opened the front door (daddy was working on his car), turned off the devices, and then the magic happened.

"Mom we made a fort out of boxes, come look!" Danny said, his face lit up.

There in front of me was the greatest box fort I've seen. Not because it was massive or perfect, no, it was great because it was there. Pieced together with tape, fully equipped with doors and windows, and the workings of little boys (and a little girl).

They ran through the sprinklers, dripped Popsicles down their chins, and imagined the best adventures in a couple of moving boxes.

It was just the kind of day we needed, it was our own version of a 1950's summer, of a 1950's life.

And I think we'll have a lot more of those, yes, I think we will.

Freaking Flu

Angie Warren // Wellness

I don't handle germs well. It's actually cause for major anxiety in my life. Like, major.

During a field trip to the zoo, Luke suddenly, wilted. As in, he didn't even want to walk with his friends anymore. I got that sinking feeling, that, ugh, he's sick feeling. Luke is the child that, if someone's going to get sick, it's him. Poor love. Not sure why, he's just that kid. Does your family have one of those?

Left the zoo early, he got increasingly warmer, legs aching, tummy feeling lousy. Just an over all mess.

So I got to work on gathering the supplies. Lysol'd the entire house (in hopes that God will have mercy on my intentions and spare everyone else, verdict is still out, but so far, everyone is good) ETA: it spread to one, only one! Praise Jesus! The only supply not pictured above is good ole Apple Cider Vinegar. Love that stuff. Gah.

His fever spiked at 104.5 that first night, which, scares the crap out of me, but at the end of day two, and my endless applications of potions + remedies, baths, wet clothes, pushing water, he started begging for fish. Yes, he wanted to eat fish. He's such a character. Today on day three, he's bouncing around, a bit congested still, but fever free and happy as a clam. Praise Jesus!

Here's what we did:

  • MOTRIN. Of course. I find it works so much better than Tylenol, for all of us, but have to be sure to have food in the belly. It's a bit harsher than Tylenol.
  • SILVER. Colloidal Silver is our go-to. For everyone. I did four doses of half teaspoon for Luke, and three doses of half teaspoon as preventative for the other kids. I'll do it for a few days to be safe. Read more about Silver here.
  • ACV. Apple Cider Vinegar is like, magic. Whenever the kids are fevered I bathe them in a bath with ACV, or put it directly on a cold cloth for their heads. My friend Carlie mentioned to me that she soaks socks in ACV and water, then puts them on her kids. It pulls the fever! I've had it bring the fever down quickly, and work well, and then sometimes not as quickly. But I'm thankful for it none the less.
  • ZARBEES. These Elderberry Immune Support gummies are so far, the only way I can get the kids to take Elderberry. I know some moms will say there's sugar or other stuff in these, but if it's howthey'll take it, I'll take it! We grab ours at Target, but you can also find them here. Or, grab the adult version here.
  • OSCILLOCOCCINUM. That's a mouth-full! This homeopathic remedy is easy for any of us to take (safe for ages 2+), because the pellets dissolve and don't have a flavor really. This is the first time I've ever tried them with the kids, I'd like to think it helped with the severity of this bug!
  • PEPPERMINT OIL. I have to really, really dilute this as it's a super hot oil. I do one drop peppermint to 1 teaspoon carrier (fractionated coconut oil for us). Rubbing this along the spine for bringing down fever and on the belly for tummy aches works wonders. We get our oils from Bulk Apothecary.
  • OREGANO OIL. Oregano oil is probably my least favorite when it comes to smell, but it's incredibly powerful. It's one of nature's greatest anti-viral, anti-bacterial components and so again, very diluted, I apply this to their feet 4-5 times per day. We get our oils from Bulk Apothecary.
  • LAVENDER OIL. It goes without saying, lavender is calming and soothing. Luke requested some on his hands, to inhale. I think it just helps in relaxing them as they rest. We get our oils from Bulk Apothecary.
  • FRANKINCENSE OIL. Frank is known as the gold of oils. In itself it has really great immunity boosting properties, but I like to add a drop of it to, well, every oil, as it gives a boost of power to whatever I'm using. We get our oils from Bulk Apothecary.

I don't always have all of these on hand, and thankfully, since we started using Colloidal Silver we have had such better health - even in the winter season. Not a bad idea to keep the supplies on hand though!

Flu be gone!

Clean Your Fruits

Angie Warren // Wellness + Health

My friend Kristine shared her fruit cleansing recipe recently and once I tried it, I was hooked! Mostly because the addition of citrus essential oil just adds a BURST of summery flavor to whatever fruit I'm cleaning.

I know Kristine had measurements, but I kind of suck at measuring stuff. So here's what I do:

  • fill my mama's giant sliver bowl with fruit
  • just barely cover with water
  • pour in a bit more than a splash of white vinegar (or ACV)
  • add 2-3 drops of any citrus oil (lemon, orange, grapefruit, whatever is handy)
  • swirl
  • let sit for about 5 minutes
  • swirl again
  • rinse
  • enjoy

Even though you'll rinse the fruit, there's just a tiny hint of the citrus oil. Tiny. Hint. It's amazing and my favorite way to enjoy fresh fruit!

PSA: we are not loyal to any of the big name essential oil brands, in fact, you'll find no affiliate link with us or need to sign up or buy. Sound too good to be true? Read all about it and find out where we get our oils at!

Set the Ducks Free - When Things Don't Go As Planned

So that faith thing? It's hard sometimes. Even though I know God has a plan, even though I know He knows best. Man, there are days where I want to know the plan, like, now.

We got some disappointing news this weekend about our "homeschool plan". I almost laugh typing that because, we can plan and plan until the cows come home, but our plan means nothing if it isn't His plan. Amen?


So, we didn't get into the Charter we hoped for. But, we will trust and wait and have faith.

I'm finding that I'm being stretched through this all.

You see my nature, in my past experiences, I tend to dive right into a project, business, plan. I dive in and tread water and eventually, sort of, drown, because I'm so burnt out.

God isn't allowing that to happen here, and realizing that has been mind blowing. He's giving me no choice but to, be still. To wait. To trust. To take it, slow.

Taking things slow isn't my first reaction. No, not at all. But here, in this, I have no other option. Yes, the kids are still in school (five weeks, but whose counting?). We have all summer. Yet, I want to plan and prepare and have all my ducks in a nice little row.

And God is saying, "Angie, set the ducks free. This isn't a project, or a new business venture. This is bigger than any of those, I want you to do it right. Set. The Ducks. Free."

So I will. I'll let the ducks go. I'm certain that some day I'll look back on this, this, "disappointment", and I'll know there was a better way, that this route, wasn't for us. I'll be thankful.

And until then, I'll still choose thanks, and joy. Because He's brought us this far, He'll take us all the way.