How community is cultivated and how it grows has always been something that interests me.

For years, Ben and I have toyed with the notion of opening up a venue or a community work space, and the main reason really is because we know it will cultivate community; bring people together in a comfortable space where relationships can be forged. I’ve always wanted to have a place that makes you forget time for a while, and the only place until recently that I’d found that does that is Vegas (Vegas I love and hate ya.)

But now, there’s a place. A space. A spot. A home. From the moment we walked into Subculture Coffee for the first time, this overwhelming and overpowering sense of home enveloped me. Once Habatat Coffee and always owned by our rad friend Sean, now Subculture Coffee on Clematis and the best place to go in West Palm Beach. Coffee, on point. Craft beers and CAB SAV, yes Lord. COCONUT CAKE….if you don’t know, now you know. Healthy and yummy foods from Field of Greens.

All that is rad and it should be the draw, yes? But I’d argue, nay I’d insist that the draw for most people is the desire to cultivate community.

If you can build relationship while having literally the best coffee in town, all the better. And though I am a huge coffee snob and you’ll never catch me anywhere at any time drinking bad coffee, OF ANY KIND, I love coming back because this place gives the promise that relationship is out there. Sounds lame, maybe. But I know for me, I’ve met with people I haven’t connected with in ages, all because there was a place to. I’ve met people for the first time and had real conversations with them (ahh! What! Terrifying!) all because there was a place to.

Seeing community unfold before your very eyes is truly one of the coolest things to witness. You need to come by Subculture. I’ll probably be there so if I am, let’s talk soon.





I am really close to starting legit research on the subject of women and why we alienate ourselves and avoid real relationship with one another.

I am about to get real, girls.

We are ALL guilty of this. I used to be the worst offender. [some days I still am] I’ve technically already started my research, I mean I’ve been living with myself for 30 years now. Ladies, it’s silly to pretend. We base everywhere we go on whether or not this person or that person may or may not be there, we avoid each other when we run into one another in public, we whisper gossip about one another in the parks and at the gym, we laugh and poke jabs at one another when we are around our “circle of trust” friends. If you are different than me, chances are you’ll get talked about. If you parent differently than her, chances are you’ll get talked about. If you’re not a pro conversationalist, I’ll avoid meeting up with you. If there is even the slightest possibility of an awkward silence when we get together for coffee, I’ll keep saying no to that coffee meeting. If you’re “that mom”, there’s no chance in heck we will be close friends. If there is lots of work involved in getting to know you, I’ll throw in the towel from the start and move on the someone who’s easier to love.

We all know how short life is. We all know how difficult it is to live in the moment and we all know relationships are literally how we survive this life. We recognize without other Godly women in our every day that we potentially alienate ourselves, stunt our growth and maturity and risk spending most of this life alone and without meaningful relationships. We are the first to talk about how “she is so hard to get to know”, ignoring the fact that “we” are “she” and someone is saying the same thing about “us”. We blame our inability to like each other on “her” insecurities when the real reason we don’t like her is because WE are insecure.

I get tired of seeing it, literally unfold in front of me every day. But I get more tired of seeing this ugliness in myself.

I asked a friend, a husband and father, his take on this. Why do women avoid real relationships with one another?
His answer definitely held up to what I believe to be true about most women and relationships, but he mentioned a few things that even I hadn’t thought about. He spoke of women wanting to find their passions and purpose and feeling like they don’t know quite yet what that is. Of women knowing full well their insecurities, and being terrified of them being pointed out by other women. The end result here is the same in both instances: we just don’t let ourselves into other women’s lives. If they don’t know me, they don’t know that I feel like I haven’t found my calling yet. If they don’t know me they can’t hit all my buttons and point to all my insecurities, intentionally or unintentionally.

I challenge you, and I’m challenging myself here. Ladies we are letting fear practically determine our closeness to other people in this life. And yes, we only get one. Fear decides our friends. Fear gets to rule our conversations and fear determines our intimacy levels. Do you want to let fear have the say? Do I want to let fear tell me how fulfilling my relationships can be?

I am making slow strides here, I promise ladies. I am purposefully putting myself into situations where I am confronted head on with conversation, without any time to mentally prepare myself beforehand. Meetings and conversations that are just allowed to happen, without much of a set agenda, and words that flow freely instead of ones that feel forced…isn’t this what makes life so sweet? What makes relationships so life-giving? The unknown? Not knowing what someone will say next or the direction our conversations will take us? If we all knew each other inside and out, top to bottom, knew all of each other’s life stories or secrets or struggles or victories, relationships would cease to be inspiring or challenging.

And can we touch on small talk for a hot second? Let’s stop it. Chit chat about nothing, about weather or where you’ve been recently, etc…let’s skip it. When I ask someone “how is life?” I fully welcome hearing that it’s been hard at times or that it’s completely sucked lately. I want to know. The muck and the mire. The ugly and likewise, the beauty of ALL of it even in the valleys. Let’s skip the formalities and just get to it. Knowing each other’s lives aren’t perfect allows us to be ok…it makes us feel like home. It AUTOMATICALLY brings us closer.

So, how is life?

The challenge if you’re up to it? Reach out to that girl this week. You know the girl and you know what to do. You could call, or if you’re like me and despise the telephone you can text. Have a legit conversation. Commit to at least meeting and hanging out. Start a dialogue. Get real with each other. Get weird if you have to. Just get over yourself (I’m speaking to myself just as adamantly as I am to you, ladies).

As I navigate my personal journey into getting over myself, letting God have control of my relationships and not fear, I am thankful for these two ladies below. For being real, for being yourselves, for spurring me on to greatness and encouraging me, for loving me when I’m not lovable, for calling me out when I’m out of line, for challenging me and inspiring me to be better…I love ya.

And ps. A few posts back I gave my email as…that is wrong and I’ll be updating today. I’ll share it all with you tomorrow!



I am sure some of you have heard me say this, but I am not creative in anything other than what I do for a living. I mean, seriously…I cannot craft. I am not great making my home look like you stepped into an Anthropologie, although this is always the goal. I love Pinterest because it doesn’t require me to come up with my own “stuff”…sometimes I can just go off of the ideas of others when it comes to home design, things for my kids, recipes, etc.

Last week though, I surprised even myself. I was looking for a new storage idea for all my pretties, all my necklaces I wear on the regular and my fancy ones that I wear on date nights or out dancing. I wanted to also make it a focal point, a piece of art for my bedroom wall.

I roamed Target and saw all the usual suspects for jewelry storage…tiny ceramic bowls and gold painted tree necklace holders with birdies on the end of the branches…so cute yea? so not me, ick.

I needed some pushpins also, so I went into the Post it note aisle (is this dangerous for anyone else? I have to limit my time here…post it notes feed my insane list habit oh so nicely.) And there I found this, and I used those pushpins to hang all my pretties in the cork. I hung it on my wall and called it a day.

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I am going to try to be lots more creative than this with the rad mom blog, I promise. But this is all I’ve got for now.

Happy Easter!






A Good Friday.

The cross and what He did took on a whole new meaning when I became a parent.

We all know we are capable of absolutely anything…and without Jesus and a lot of people who love me who knows where I would be. But you honestly don’t understand just how capable of malice you are until you become a parent, and someone hurts your child. Or threatens to. Even a sideways look at my kid, seriously. My stomach turns upside down when I see someone treating a child badly. My heart drops and I get weak in my knees and I pray for that child, right then and there.

Lord, how did you do it? How did you allow Him to be beaten and whipped and flogged and then, killed? Father, I know why you allowed it. And I can’t understand what makes you and I so worth it, we are so human and so flawed. I am thankful, so thankful. But how did you just sit by and witness it all, God?

“In a moment of glorious surrender, You were broken for all the world to see. Lifted out of the ashes, I am found in the aftermath.” (Hillsong, Aftermath)

You allowed it, knowing the pain and the torment….He endured it, knowing the end result and knowing He would save us. Save me.

What makes a person endure awful things, for love of another? Father, teach me to feel sacrifice. I want to feel it in my bones, I want the ache it should bring me. I want to know the feeling of sacrifice, because I want to know YOU more. We will be closer. I’ll feel your presence, hear your voice…in sacrifice. Thank you for giving Him up, even if only for a time. Thank you for allowing the cross to happen, I am positive that was the hardest thing to watch. But You did, and I am alive because of it.

“So let me go like a leaf upon the water…Let me brave the wild currents flowing to the sea…And I will disappear into a deeper beauty…
But for now just stay with me.
God, for now just stay with me.”
(Audrey Assad)


I have a lot of dreams for this blog. When I write I tend to think long term and I hope this blog serves a much greater purpose in the future. I desire to be heard, sure, but more than that I’d love to be influential, and encouraging. I’d love to see some future family goals flow through this blog and I dream of it becoming a shop one day. I’d love to be able to help support my family with this blog. I am excited for what it could potentially become. I want so badly for this to be more than just something I write and something you read. I want it to start something. I want movements to be formed. I want moms to buck the system and the expectations put on them to be like everyone else, and I want them to stay rad and stay true to themselves…to value what God says about them and place no importance on what the world says they should be.

I say the above to say, I am so thankful to have all of you here with me. I want this space to be like an ongoing conversation with a friend. I welcome your feedback and your comments, I desire for you to share your hearts and your thoughts. If you feel like your words are going to explode out of your head and heart if you don’t simply get them out, I welcome an email. (I can’t promise I can answer every email but I’d love to read and pray for you!) I want conversations to start online here and infiltrate into your conversations within your physical relationships. I want unity and community. (So sorry for the super lame rhyme)

In order for you to stay close, lean in, and start conversations with me and with others, you must be present with me. I am on Instagram, Facebook (but very limited there! I found it to be a huge time sucker for me personally), twitter, here obviously, and you can also email me.
Twitter: @kallimap
Instagram: kallimap

I am also on Pinterest, and this goes without saying, but as an artist I’m obsessed with Pinterest and all things pretty. I have shared some of my favorite boards below, and I’ll be writing lots more about Pinterest in the future.

Me favorite board that I’m very picky about adding to, is my photography board. I have fallen in love with portraits over and over again looking through this board.


Another board I love adding to is my wish list. Here I pin all things that I dream of having, knowing and accepting fully that I’ll never own most of what you see here:)


Last one for now, my fashion board. It’s probably no secret that I love fashion and styling.


So glad you’re all here with me.

*and yea, I wrote this from my phone ladies, hence the screen shots of my boards above! I love the WordPress app and am happy and thankful to be able to write whenever and wherever I am!


I used to make Shake and Bake pancakes.

Just the act of writing of it, the thought of it, I despise myself. Shake and Bake. Break and Bake. Eat and Die. Ok, a bit dramatic but when I dwell on the things I used to eat and worse, FEED MY FAMILY, I cringe.

My sister Sarah and I were sitting around her breakfast table, drinking tea and coffee and talking life and food, and she says to me…SHE SAYS… “Bek, just start reading the ingredient list. It’ll change everything.”. Pfft. Who has time for this. So naturally the very next time I was at Publix I read the ingredient list of everything I would normally pick up because LESBEREAL I’ve got all the time in the world.

I either left with nothing or I left with a grocery bill the cost of a small country….I can’t even remember.

This did in fact, change everything for me. We started eating strict Paleo. This has evolved to mostly grain free (except for the life size bags of rice chips we devour from Costco) and dairy free (save for when I want a “real” coffee from Subculture with “real” cream. Oh. and the occasional piece of Coconut Cake Subculture also forces me to consume…every time I am there. Really, I have no choice in the matter.) Our dinners are mostly Paleo and all my baking is Paleo. We still eat lots of Hummus and lots of Peanut Butter, but those are staples in this house and relatively healthy. Most everything we buy is organic and natural. I’ve recently come across the Dirty Dozen and the Clean 15, so I buy my organic produce according to what this says and buy the rest at Publix. My shopping list takes me to Publix, Whole Foods, and Costco. Its a lot of driving and yes, we spend more money on good healthy foods, but this is just a non negotiable in our lives now that we care to know what is in the foods that we eat.

So, our schedule every day includes a 4pm class at Hard Exercise Works. (A Crossfit gym) This takes me away from home during prime dinner cooking hours, so I do a lot of prep before the gym and I also have fallen deeply in love with my crockpot.

CROCKPOT. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN CHOCOLATE. You’re my everything, its true. Prep, throw it in, come home, finish it up, eat it. Boom. I can put a sick dinner on the table, bathe my children, read to them, EVEN BRUSH THEIR TEETH…and still get them to bed on time by 7:30p. (i’ll be posting on this soon, people. put your kids to bed so you have a life.)

My favorite crockpot recipe as of late is Honey Sesame Chicken. I substitute a few things to make it strict Paleo.

image and recipe from the comfort of cooking


You’ll Need:

4 chicken breasts, organic boneless skinless

Salt and pepper

1/2 cup diced onion

2 cloves garlic chopped

1/2 cup honey

1/4 cup ketchup (brand with no added sugar)

1/2 cup low-sodium soy sauce

2 tablespoons olive oil

1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes (for families with kiddos, I use 1/8 teaspoon or less)

4 teaspoons almond flour (calls for cornstarch but I wanted the recipe Paleo)

1/3 cup water

1/2 tablespoon (or more) sesame seeds

3 scallions, chopped


Place chicken in Crock Pot and lightly season both sides with salt and pepper.

In a medium bowl, combine onion, garlic, honey, ketchup, soy sauce, oil and red pepper flakes. Pour over chicken. Cook on low for 3-4 hours, or high for 2 hours.

Remove chicken to a cutting board, leaving sauce. Shred chicken into bite-sized pieces; set aside and cover to keep moisture in.

In a small bowl, dissolve 4 teaspoons of almond flour in 1/3 cup water; add to crock pot. Stir to combine with sauce. Cover and cook sauce on high for ten more minutes, or until slightly thickened.

Add cauliflower rice to 4 plates, top with chicken and spoon sauce over top. Sprinkle evenly with sesame seeds and chopped scallions.


I make cauliflower rice as opposed to using traditional rice. I actually prefer the consistency and I think it tastes much better with the chicken (I’ve tried white rice, brown rice, and then cauliflower)

recipe from the paleo cupboard

Cauliflower Rice

(prep time 10 mins, cook time 10 minutes, 4 servings)

You’ll Need:

1 head of cauliflower
1/2 white onion, diced
1 Tbsp. garlic, chopped
2 Tbsp. coconut oil
4 Tbsp. chicken broth
Dash sea salt
Dash ground pepper
Cut Cauliflower into florets and place in food processor until its rice shaped. (dont over do it, or it’ll turn to mush)
Heat coconut oil in large sauté pan over medium high heat. Sauté onion and garlic for about 3 minutes
Add cauliflower, stir well.
Add chicken broth, sea salt and pepper. Saute for about 5 minutes until cauliflower is slightly tender.

I wanna know how you ladies like this! I’ll be posting lots more recipes as I stumble across more that I love.



aren’t they?

as I sit here trying to work and get a teensy bit done before we are off to the gym, I hear Josiah growling at his sister again. Oh just for the millionth time.

As I have countless times before, I yelled at the top of my lungs from upstairs in my office, loud enough that the neighbors down the street could probably hear, and told him to knock it off.

*sigh*, times a million.

Listen girls. I’m pretty sure no one told you how hard it was going to be, and some days are we are much nicer than others. Some days we have to tell our children to apologize for hurting others, and in the same breath apologize to our children for hurting them.

I must learn….I WILL learn that sometimes I’m insecure about being a mom…and insecurities are loud. Sometimes, they present themselves in voice form and my kids suffer because of it.

How can we, as moms, make conscious efforts in conversation with our little ones to always respond calmly in love? Well, I believe it starts with the heart. What are we putting into our minds? who is influencing us? what are we filling our time with? I have just recently come to discover Naptime Diaries. Its been a good daily read for me, and I’m currently going thru her Lent book (40 days with Jesus). I’ve also found Thrive Moms on instagram and am loving seeing the encouragement coming thru the feed. I love to read anything by Jen Hatmaker, because well, I’m obsessed with her honestly…but mostly because she is so raw and real and like me, comes at much of life with sarcasm…always coming full circle though right back to her heart for the Lord.

I’m trying to put good things in, and praying that good comes out.



I get all my rad quotes from Pinterest, and will be writing about my own boards here soon.





I’m back. I know, its been a long time…too long. The best way I knew to start over was to start with complete vulnerability.

So, if you know me…you know unless you’re my immediate family or The Musha’s (my dear dear friends), I’ll never leave home without makeup. Not a lot of makeup, I’m a simple girl. But makeup, yes..Lord. Thank you. So, hello again everyone. Here I am above, just having woken up (wait, just haven RISEN from the cold ground after “camping” with 3 other hot bodies in a tent made for 2 people in a horse field in snake season in Florida…aka, no sleep happened this night.) No makeup, hair a mess, sleepy eyes…thank you Ben for capturing me just as I am (and for loving this image of me).

My other disclaimer for those reading, is that I write like I talk. I am not a grammar freak and I am in no way proper. My advice if you are…deal.

I used to force myself to commit in writing. Commit to the same weekly posts and interviews, giving myself deadlines and therefore anxieties. I learned some lessons from this, and I wont be doing that anymore. I am excited to post when I want to…when I feel the need and the stirring. You’ll probably read about my family, relationships, all sorts of things about my journey into motherhood, my love for Ben, my ever evolving relationship with the Lord, my very new journey into the world of homeschooling, maybe a recipe or two (since I now enjoy cooking), my love of fashion and styling and interior design, an image I took that I love, things that I battle and my small victories….you’ll probably read about all these things and more.

The last thing I want to say to intro this new writing journey, is if you’re a mom reading this, who loves the pretty stereotypical mom stuff that you can find a lot of out there (blogging about deals on diapers and the latest insanely complicated kids craft you’ve come up with…yea I envy that mom….writing about making every single holiday a beautiful success, blogging about the best potty training techniques or how to get that crazy stain out of your kids clothes…), you might get bored here…or you might feel like “here” is home. God bless all you moms who love the above, someones got to! But I’m not your typical mama I’ve found, and after years of feeling like the outcast mom I’ve decided that its an element of my ‘becoming a mom’ that I love. Because I am not a woman who had children to lose who she was and find a new identity. I am not a woman who gave up all her passions when she had kids and now cant find her identity in anything BUT her kids. I am not that mom who washed her kids pacifiers when they fell in the dirt. (I licked it off, duh. plus, 5 second rule.) I never did anything the way I was supposed to and like most of the rest of my life, I kind of did my own thing and made my own mistakes and made motherhood what I wanted it to be. I became a mom to love my kids and raise them up in the Lord…and, to be absolutely rad just like their daddy. I’m still in “the weeds”, as an older wiser mom once told me, but I feel like now that Josiah and Darby are 3 and 4, I have a handle on this thing. A small handle, but more peace about it than ever before.

So, yo. I’m Rebekah. Come back ok?


xoxo, bek