
Behind the Smiles
Social media posts are bastard liars. They show a fraction of the roller coaster of life. I am not always smiling. I am not always confident. I struggle—often. Continue reading Behind the Smiles
Social media posts are bastard liars. They show a fraction of the roller coaster of life. I am not always smiling. I am not always confident. I struggle—often. Continue reading Behind the Smiles
I have reached an age where my heroes have become human.
There is a softer kind of magic to believe in now—
That a body can bend
That a heart can turn sour but ripen again
That friendships are meandering, and loyalty sometimes means dormancy and patience. Continue reading Your destination is on the left
We know we’re supposed to make time for it. Heck, most of us say we want to make MORE time for it. Why then does “self care” get pushed to the bottom of our to-do list over and over again? Continue reading Why is Self-Care So Hard?
I see this number in front of me that seems incongruous with my experience. I’m too young to be in my mid-forties already, but I’ve surely lived a dozen lives since I was born. Continue reading Another Year? (Birthdays After Forty!)
The other day I was giving my ‘elevator pitch’ about my coaching business to a woman in my networking group, and I mentioned my history with alcohol use. As soon as I said it, I could see a subtle shift as her face dropped into that expression of pity. She nodded her head sympathetically, “Oh yes, such a shame. My friend’s sister’s ex-husband is an … Continue reading Am I an alcoholic?
While at the public pool playing with my 6-year-old daughter, I was splashed full-on in the face by some obnoxious young boys. I yelled out in surprise, “Hey! Careful!” The biggest one turned towards me. “What, it’s just water,” he replied with a sneer. Continue reading Bullies at the Pool [Life’s teachers are everywhere]
I have always been a thinker, an analyzer, a dreamer, a ruminator. Perhaps you can relate! Continue reading Cat Black Coffee
Having spent much of my adult life as a teacher (and all of my childhood as a student), I tend to measure time in school-years. Continue reading Another Year Done (Two Poems for the End of the School Year)
There are those who fly and those who crawl. There are those who imagine futures beyond the curvature of a horizon and those who don’t. Continue reading How to be a Butterfly – A Step by Step Guide
Wake up, think anxious thoughts, feel stressed, reach for numbing ‘tool’ (such as wine or food), thoughts quieted, fall asleep…wake up, think more anxious thoughts (+ shame for numbing again), feel stressed…and so on.
Sound familiar? Continue reading Interrupting Patterns