With sweaty palms and joy, I'm excited to announce that I'm finally launching my etsy shop! You are the first to know--not because I am trying to sell you anything (and I truly am not, and I also promise not to use this blog to promote the shop beyond sharing today's news!)--but because this is as much yours to celebrate as mine.
4:02 a.m. Child climbs into bed with me. Husband is blissfully asleep in guest bed "getting over a the stomach flu." Please, you know he is psychic and predicted this event transpiring. 4 y.o.: "It is dark!" Me: "Yes Z, it is the middle of the night." 4yo: "I AM THE CHEESE MONSTER!" Me: perplexed. Laughs. [READ MORE]
3:01 a.m. 4-year old: "Maaaaaaaah-meeee, it's time to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!! Time to make the caaaaaaaaawwwwfeeeeee!" me: "No, it's definitely not. Go back to sleep."
I understand that part of this anger is about my own deep wounds. My own story of harm by a mad man--and the perceived betrayal of the otherwise sane people who knew better than to believe a madman and ultimately align with a mad man. This is also what I know about being wounded: there is no greater pain that not being seen. We don't expect a mad man to see or understand our pain. He's not capable of it. But the ones who we know are capable of empathy and love? We except better.
Sometimes we need to dig into the closet. What is in there that scares us? I've read that the Chinese New Year's FIRE ROOSTER brings with it the energy of tidying up, letting go, and being fastidious. Recently I fully embraced the rooster energy and decided to spontaneously empty and organize our walk-in closet. To the … Continue reading Peering into the closet
Because it is a bit addictive isn't it, seeing the stream of horrors? Nobody wants to admit they are the type of person to peak at car accidents, but we all do it. You know, just to see if everyone is ok even though we know OF COURSE THEY ARE NOT OKAY THEY JUST CALLED JAWS OF LIFE. WHO ARE YOU FOOLING?! Panic. I need to not feed into it. What are you feeding?
"We are being called, like our mothers and fathers, to be the moral defibrillators of our time," [Barber] said, as the crowd rose with him for the umpteenth time. "We will shock this nation and fight for justice for all. . . .We will not give up on the heart of our democracy, not now, … Continue reading The heart of democracy
I've long seen my mom in Mary, but it is only now that I realize my mom saw a bit of Mary in me, too. As I went off to college, graduated and moved to bigger cities in states far from home, got my first suit, my first apartment. As she watched me experiencing all the highs and lows that come with tossing your proverbial hat in the air as a single working woman. As she saw me live out some of the Mary Richards' experiences she never had.
. . .will never dismantle the master's house. Are you ready to try love?
Wake up Brush teeth Make coffee (obv) Call congress at 202-225-3121 Send postcard to senators (Send ❤to the sisterhood) (Adapted From Michael Moore's speech at Women's march)