
Accepting the Pause
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
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
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)
I threw a tantrum the other day. Yep, a full on, grown-up tantrum. Continue reading 2020 Tantrum
Well, it’s happening. Our school district announced a move from all-day inperson classes to full virtual learning starting Monday. I suppose we all saw this coming. Some of my friends were surprised in September when we managed to stay in school past the first month. We had taken pessimistic bets on how long the temporary freedom from our school-age children would last. We were thrilled … Continue reading Recess (or, how to get through this. or, what really matters.)
All this shit has got me riddled with anxiety. I feel this constant simmering inside as I try to navigate my family through this changing world each day. Am I doing the right thing? Will my children be safe? …too sheltered? …too exposed? Continue reading I’m tired of being afraid
I hoped this mysterious mountain hike would offer my son some respite from the monotony of home and the pressures of eLearning. What it ultimately gave him was much more powerful than that. Continue reading Up and Down the Mountain
I feel like I’m waiting
stalled out
My wheels stuck in mud.
Waiting to move again
to breathe out
to reach out
to unclench. Continue reading The Fly and I