Sydney Frusti | Author & Creative Mind

Category: Memoir

  • I’ll Take My Coffee Lukewarm: Thoughts on Productivity from the Trenches of Motherhood

    A common response I get when people find out I’ve written (and am publishing) a book is “how do you have time?” Usually the question comes from other moms juggling their own responsibilities and is followed by “I could never do that.” Though I don’t believe everyone is called to write a book, I do…

  • Purpose in the Holding Pattern

    I don’t care for flying. Motion sickness aside, I hate the feeling of being out of control of my circumstances. Though I may trust the pilot, my instincts tell me I should be where my feet could run from danger. But there’s no running on a plane. And sometimes, the aircraft doesn’t land when it’s…

  • Receiving the Greatest Gift

    I have many fond Christmas memories, but one year in particular stands out to me. I was a sophomore in college and living in the international housing on campus, though my roommate was also from Arizona. We had a mutual friend, but we didn’t really know each other beyond that when the year began. But…

  • Eras: Father’s Day 2023

    Going through old poetry is like flipping through a photo album or reading a diary: it transports me back to the time I wrote it. I’ve noticed I can tell a certain “era” of my life based on the themes present in my poetry. Even if the subject matter is vague, to me it’s as…

  • Disrupting the Status Quo

    There’s a fairy tale I often think about that involves a farmer with lots of children.  He complains about how little space he has and dreams of the day he can buy a big farmhouse to fit everyone.  A wise old woman tells him how he can fix his problem–bring all the chickens inside the…

  • Turning Points: Mother’s Day 2023

    Mother’s Day is different for me, now that I’m a mom.  It’s not so much that I’m included in the festivities, although that’s special too.  It’s different because I see my own mom in a new light.  All the years of sacrifice, the hardship, the open arms and encouraging words–parts of my childhood that I…

  • Letting Go of Old Laundry

    Letting Go of Old Laundry

    About twice a year, I get the itch—the Big Closet Purge.  I set out full of good intentions, planning to make more space in the drawers and keep it that way, at least until a sale at my favorite store rolls around.  But for some reason, I always find myself trapped in the same hole. …

  • For Every Season

    Lately I’ve been reminded to let God be God, no matter the season He’s given me to dwell in.  There’s a certain art to being content no matter our life’s epoch, and King Solomon also wisely said in Ecclesiastes 3:1 that “for everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.” …

  • Finding Contentment in Life’s Circumstances

    About a year ago, my husband and I moved from a two-bedroom apartment to another two-bedroom apartment in a different complex.  The previous one had a pest control problem, and without going into detail, let’s just say we couldn’t wait to pack up the baby and run.  The new place (aside from being bug-free, the…

  • Booger Hugs and Soggy Cheerios

    There’s one thing nobody told me about becoming a mom: that certain things would bother me a whole lot less than they used to.  Talk to any new parent and it wouldn’t be unusual to hear them discussing the color and consistency of poop, or any other number of topics not considered polite dinner conversation. …