I drew people to me who had vacant spaces where love should be, and I shoveled myself into those holes, sweating and aching with the effort it takes to fill the unfillable. Continue reading Job Title: Hole-Filler (a letter of resignation)
You KNOW what you WANT – to relieve anxiety, to feel better in your body, to be productive, to feel happier. You start the week with goals, you may even have a plan this time — but by the end of the week you are back to the old patterns. Continue reading Set Your Intentions and Achieve Your Dreams
Trust requires so much vulnerability, so much letting go of control, so much surrender. To those of us raised on the American battlecry of independence and DIY, this notion of Trust seems so submissive. Continue reading Message from the Universe: TRUST.
This past weekend we took our little family on a mini-vacation to visit Chicago — see the sights, ride the train, show the kids the ‘Big City.’ But me for it meant so much more. Continue reading Returning Home
I have been scrambled lately. My lengthy To-Do lists and filmy future-dreams are whisked together into a froth inside my brain. Continue reading Hesitation Point
I think I probably considered myself a FAILURE for most of my early adult life. But what if I wasn’t? When we reframe failure in our minds as a TOOL, it becomes a game-changer. Continue reading Flipping Off Failure
April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month. There are ribbons and memes and hashtags to draw attention to this ongoing (and far too common) issue, but we must remember that behind all of that are the real people and their stories. Continue reading To Drown A Crow
I spent March 2020 in my own personal state of emergency. Looking back, I find lessons in this time of pain and transformation. Continue reading Finding Gratitude within Pain and Transformation
I wrote a post the other day about shedding the fifteen pounds I gained since the Covid pandemic began. While it was an attempt to be humorous, by chiding myself and personifying the weight as a mooching houseguest who’d overstayed their welcome, I realize that this post had inadvertently reinforced society’s bias against women who carry extra weight. Continue reading It’s not about my weight
It was an underlying sense that something was slipping through my fingers, but I couldn’t quite figure out what. It was a feeling that something else existed in the world that was just outside of my awareness. I was missing it and I needed it, but I couldn’t find it. Continue reading The Dread Pit
