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)
For me, poetry has the power to heal, to transform. It is how I shake out the cobwebs of past shame and through open the curtains to shine light upon my darkness. Continue reading Writing to Heal and Finding My Breath
Most of us know it well. You are scrolling though Facebook and there’s another one of her photos with her cute hair and happy kids. Your comparing mind starts piping up: “Ugh, she is always doing SOMETHING. Who has time for that? She’s so perky; how annoying. I’m probably a bad mom because I’m not taking my kids to the zoo every other day. I really should be better at that.” Continue reading Standing up to ‘The Comparing Mind’
Do you wonder why you can’t feel joy even though you look around and your life is good? Do you feel as if you are living in a haze? I know how you feel. I’ve been there. Continue reading How can I get my joy back?
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
In Atomic Habits, author James Clear suggests that we have been approaching habit change all wrong. Instead of working towards an external goal, we ought to be examining our identity of self. Continue reading Who do you want to become?
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
Dear Quarantine Fifteen, it’s time to move out. Continue reading An Open Letter to the Fifteen Pounds I Gained During Covid
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