About the Author

Franny Bolsa is a girl who tells stories. When she's not at her day job she can be found dreaming, wearing aprons without pearls, getting her hands dirty in the garden, behind the business end of her camera or muddling her way through life with a teenaged daughter. You can visit her anytime you want. Like Motel 6, she'll leave a light on for ya. But the coffee's better and the sheets are fresher at her place. You can also find her on Facebook.

Save your Toys and Toes with a Pebble Bag

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One sweet, cherubic-cheeked child = 5011 bits, bobs and playthings strewn about the floor. Perhaps you can relate? When Girl Wonder was little, maybe 5 or 6, it didn’t matter one lick how many bins and baskets I had artfully arranged to collect her debris. Puppy Playhouse pieces (do they even still make those?) would… [read more]

Want To Have a Great Day? Make a Great To-Do List

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  Mental Tsunamis. That’s what happens in my head. I start to think about one thing which makes me think of another thing. All of a sudden I’m thinking of 5011 things. And doing none of them. I’ve made lists. And cross referenced lists to lists. And plastered post it notes on every surface of… [read more]

A Field of Dreams – The Maternal Version

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When my daughter was little she would hug me a million times, anytime we had to go our separate ways. Me to work. Her to daycare, school, a birthday party, grandparent visits. Sometimes tears would flow, hot and fast. She’d become a streaky red ball of snot with golden hair. She’d grab my neck and… [read more]

What Do You Do With 1,000 Seashells?


  I am, at best, a reluctant crafter. The closest I usually get to crafting is a pinning frenzy on Pinterest. I don’t own a glue gun. I do have a bottle of Modge Podge I bought in 1998 for a project in my daughter’s nursery. But we have an issue here at Casa Bolsa.… [read more]

The Power of Silence: 3-Minute Meditations

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My head is a busy, loud place. Know that feeling? Self-criticism. To-do lists. Frustration. Plans. Hopes. The positive tangles with the negative. No matter how many time outs I give myself the volume level still gets deafening. I’m building a habit of practicing silence. Duct tape the voices inside my head. At least the ones… [read more]

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A Seasonal Habit


A tattered, faded, pinkish chair looking orange in harsh winter sunlight coming through the window.  Ugly but with a “sink into it” comfort. I’ll be sitting here later.  A glass topped end table. With wheels.  A small metal tub sits next it. Repurposed. It used to house geraniums on a tiny porch in a bygone… [read more]