14 Sep When Life Gets Out of Control
After some informal inquiries with many of my friends and acquaintances it would seem the consensus is...
After some informal inquiries with many of my friends and acquaintances it would seem the consensus is...
Yesterday my daughter and I had an exchange that brought me to instant tears. Big, sudden, happy, relieved, awe-inspired tears. A couple of weeks ago we were in Hawaii. Much of it was a wonderful experience, but there was one particularly poignant and memorable moment with...
I don't know how to write this post without making myself look like a total asshole. So I won't. Because I am being a total asshole. At least recently. I have been having the most horrible, mean-spirited and hateful thoughts about another person and no amount...
*Spoiler Alert for those who have not yet seen the movie, The Life of Pi. Last Saturday was a tough day. It rained. Hard. I fought. Harder. I cried. Hardest. I replied to a text sent by one of my best friend's asking me how I...
There are so many lessons to be learned when traveling to foreign countries, in particular, developing countries. I wrote last week about traveling for the first time as the mother of (and with) young children to Nicaragua. I am still here in Nicaragua as I...
The first draft of this essay was written in early October. I stopped writing it because I did not fully understand what I was trying to say. It started as a revelation of one of my most shameful coping mechanisms. I stopped myself from going...
Grace. It was the word the yoga instructor asked us to think about moments before starting our 90 minute practice on Thanksgiving morning. This annual, Thanksgiving class is free, but donations are accepted to benefit a nonprofit organization and this year it was Yoga Behind Bars....
I spend a lot of my day in motion--cleaning, cooking, carting--basically, careening from one moment to the next. It's a perpetual cycle of ups and downs, back and forths, over here, to over there, go, go, gone. On the surface, there isn't much to show...
I hate the word victim. To me, it evokes feelings of helplessness, weakness, passivity--of being life's doormat. All of these things stand in antithesis to how I see myself. I consider myself someone who takes control of their life. Someone who takes responsibility and makes...
Yes, it's true. I am. While in the company of my besties (whom I've been friends with half my life) nothing sends shivers of anxiety up my spine faster than hearing the two words...