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Dreams over Lattes

Every morning we shut off our alarms and walk around the house like zombies.  We take the dog out, wake up our daughter, pack lunches, and get ready for the day.  I hate driving, so you become the chauffer, dropping me off and picking me up every day.  We go to work and occasional texts will swarm through the day, “I forgot to take down chicken” or “Don’t let me forget tomorrow is picture day." We fight traffic to make it to a home we so desperately prayed for and prepare dinner (my least favorite thing to do). Yet, you always help me by prepping or cleaning the dishes.  I always forget to pray before we eat, so you will catch me with food in my mouth. First one to take a bite must lead prayer, but you always let me off the hook and pray for us. After dinner, you will tell me you have to finish “one last thing” for work, I say OK, but ask that you don’t take too long.  I’ll take the dog for a walk, remind our daughter about twenty times to take a shower and yell for you when she’s not listening.  We’ll watch some TV, talk about our day and then rest, repeat and redo.
September 13, 2017 — Vickie Mireles

You never know what you're gonna get

Life is like a box of chocolates.  You never know what you’re going to get.  This isn’t just a line from a box office hit, it’s a metaphor to explain exactly how life can be.  Picture the box of Russell Stover candies, so good you can almost taste it.  You unwrap the packaging, pull open the box and there in front of you are dozens of chocolates, just waiting to be devoured.  You grab one hoping to be your favorite, the one with caramel and pecans.  Instead, you grab the cherry filled chocolate, not only disappointing to your taste buds, but it’s sticky and messy.
September 06, 2017 — Vickie Mireles

Seeds and Tees

A few months ago, I decided I wanted to start an herb garden.  I love cilantro, so I started out with a cilantro garden jar.  The description on the kit guaranteed that even though I have a black thumb, I could grow cilantro in my own home. The self-watering herb kit used a passive hydroponic system known as “wicking,” which brings water and nutrients up to the plant’s roots.  All I needed to do was add water and place near a sunny window. Easy enough.
July 26, 2017 — Vickie Mireles

Dream BIG!

What happens when you bring a group of women for an afternoon of dreaming?  Well, when God is at the center a lot can happen.

A few weeks ago, I was on Instagram, and I stumbled upon a photo that caused me to stop mid scroll.  "Your Invited!  Host Your Own Dream Party!" I was led to Horacio Printing’s webpage where I was welcomed with all the information needed to sign up for my very own Dream Party. Polly, owner of Horacio Printing has created Dream Parties to encourage people to passionately pursue their God-given dreams and purpose.  How could I not take part in this dynamic movement?

July 19, 2017 — Vickie Mireles

Not Everyone Likes Ragu

A couple of weeks ago a few of my girlfriends and I met for coffee after work. A mid-week catch up was just what we needed. Our corner at the local Starbucks was snug, but as our circle grew, we adjusted our chairs and made room for everyone. We sipped on lattes, laughed, vented and enjoyed each other’s company. We all had a seat at the table and we all had something to share.
July 10, 2017 — Vickie Mireles

And That's Why They Need Us

When I was a little girl, I was infatuated with Selena Quintanilla Perez. I loved to sing and dance to her songs. I even had my parents buy me a microphone stand and karaoke machine. Sadly, God did not bless me with the gift of singing, but at seven years old, no one could tell me it wasn’t possible. At that age, no dream was too big. As I got older, those dreams began to die. The hustle of life happened. The marriage and motherhood milestones of life happened and I began to settle. Then one day after reading The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren, my heart was stirred. God began to ignite a fire in me. I can’t verbalize or put into words how I knew. I just did. Deep in the crevice of my heart, the seed that had been unwatered and forgotten began to grow.
June 14, 2017 — Vickie Mireles

I've got my own doubts, I don't need more

For a person who is so fearful, opening up and sharing my inner most desires (when I already think they are far fetched) can be an end all to even the smallest chance of going after my dream if told to the wrong person. There is a difference from advice and discouragement.  Have you ever been so excited to share goals or dreams with a friend, or perhaps even a stranger and found yourself walking away feeling discouraged?
May 31, 2017 — Vickie Mireles

Try Again Anyway

I keep falling down, hitting the ground with a little more of a thud each time. It isn’t easy trying two, three, five times as you move towards your passion. Failure can defeating. Critics can be heard with a megaphone and negative thoughts shine brighter than the sun. The more I listen to my calling, the louder the fear is. As much as I try to drown it out, it’s almost impossible to not begin to believe the critics. Sadly, the biggest critic is myself.  The more that I focus on the fear, the less I focus on my passion. Instead of telling myself I can, the I can’ts are like a broken record, repeating over and over in my head. And then suddenly the blog posts stop, the ideas are dwindled and the exhaustion of all the fears and failures win. I’ve failed again.
May 17, 2017 — Vickie Mireles