Reflections of a mom learning to witness her fears: I had a feeling going into this game Friday night that we might not come out on the winning side, and I was worried. Continue reading Losing, Fear, and Personal Power
I love it when I ‘believe’ things or ‘know’ them to be true in my guts and then find out that science is busy proving the same thing. Continue reading Thoughts on Thoughts, by a Half-Assed Scientist
I dedicate this post to my father-in-law. I think he would be pleased as punch to know he is the lead character in one of my essays. Continue reading Navigating Grief
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a bit antsy these days—pacing the four walls of my house, tracing calendar days with my fingertips, and searching the internet for springtime Airbnb’s. Continue reading Accepting the Pause
Without it we only tiptoe on the surface of life. We stare across the pool, smiling sweetly at the others playing, splashing, diving down into the depths.
We fear the icy waters of the PLUNGE. Continue reading The Secret About Vulnerability
It’s that time of year. The giddy excitement of holidays and fresh snow is gradually replaced by the dread of scraping frosted windshields (again) and the monotony of wiping up wet, brown footprints. We grow bored with our cute sweaters, and our fur-lined boots are scuffed and crusted with salt. Continue reading Feeling S.A.D.? Me too.
I’m not going to tell you about all the positive things that came out of this cluster-fuck of a year. Continue reading This is not one of those feel-good posts about the hidden blessings of 2020
Momma’s losing her mind again. Continue reading Bewildered and Useless
My vulnerability is not “complaining.” It is not “attention-seeking.” I don’t claim to have hard knocks or burdens to bear. I just wear my humanity on my sleeve, because it’s okay to have hard days and feel deep emotions. It’s okay to get mired in the struggle once in a while. Being human is what we do, because, well, we’re all human. Continue reading Vulnerability (here I am)
Every morning I sit in this space. (Well, most mornings, when I can… sometimes after milks are poured and waffles toasted, jammies pulled over heads and sandwiches wrapped in plastic.) I tuck in around myself and breathe. Continue reading But First, Meditate.
