We were made for these times.
When a male painted bunting feels threatened it sings out a loud, clear, beautiful song from its perch, all the while dazzling in a bold palette of red, blue, green and yellow. You can do this too. When facing darkness and fear, dare to show your bold colors and sing your beautiful song. Sing it into the void. Pierce … Continue reading Be like the Painted Bunting
My daughter had an epic tantrum at Target today, and I'm pretty sure she did it on behalf of all of us. I mean after this week, who doesn't want to flail on the floor kicking and screaming while flinging Target Optical business cards in all directions? We were at Target to buy a bike … Continue reading My Kicking, Crying Child Was All of Us Today
Today my daughter woke me up while I was in the middle of a dream. In my dream I was urgently helping and doing. I was a woman of action. When I woke up I quickly reminded myself that there is no doing. Not yet. The doing will come. But for now, it is being. Being … Continue reading The doing will come
Do you hear the quiet hum that is slowly rattling the china? The whistle that is building to a roar? For some it was the bragging about sexual assault. For others, the name-calling and body-shaming. For me, it was Jane Doe's story. Jane's story was largely buried, for to speak of it was to admit it was … Continue reading Why Donald Trump Compels Me to Speak
It got lonely in this little room. Plus, all this abundance to share. I could not consume it alone.
Yesterday I did something that made my palms sweat and my heart race. I shared my story (the one I told you about yesterday)...publicly on Facebook. With my FRIENDS. AND. FAMILY. I know. Can you even believe this? If you are anything like my sister you are laughing a little. My sister is the yin to my … Continue reading Sweaty Palms and…Joy?
Hello - some updates! copyright of Instagram. 1.I am now on instagram! Well, I have been for a while. But I kinda forgot about it. But then I remembered. And now I shall be an instagrammer galore. Let the fun begin! And with that in mind...a request! Please leave your instagram handle/name/link/whatever-it-is-called in the comments. I … Continue reading a bit of housekeeping. And: I want *your* instagram links please!
All the moms need to see Bad Moms, not because it's that funny (it's a little funny! Kristen Bell you guys....she is my immaginary BFF). But because you gotta go out with the girls and then go dance to Outkast at the dueling piano bar. Seriously. The best. I gotta go, they are playing Purple … Continue reading Dueling pianos
This post was inspired by hearing about Donald Trump's fascination with nuclear weapons. Nuclear apocalypse tends to invoke a little bit of unease, now doesn't it. It's hard not to flee to Canada react with fear to all the things currently imploding in the world. My husband and I have remarked more than once in the last several … Continue reading When it feels like the world is falling apart (Trump with nuclear weapons anyone?)