I have a confession. It turns out i am a human. Who is flawed. And (gulp) imperfect. There's something about the holidays that just leaves me feeling raw and vulnerable. I am sure I am alone in this. I am sure no other flawed, imperfect human struggles this time of year! Let me tell you … Continue reading Welcome to Humans Anonymous!
I love Parker Palmer's writings so much. I had to share this quote I stumbled upon. P.s. May all stay safe in the face of storms--internal or external. (We were spared from Matthew and feeling so very grateful. Prayers to anyone impacted.) As you integrate ignorance and failure into your knowledge and success, do the … Continue reading Embracing Brokenness
I am embarking on the third round of birthdays, anniversaries and holidays without my mom. In the past two years it often felt like I was fumbling around in the dark with a scarf over my eyes, playing a twisted game of pin the tail on the donkey where I never even came close to the tail and I … Continue reading A failed game of pin the tail on the donkey
Nobody is looking at my upper arms. Nobody is tracking their girth or tone. And yet lately I find myself at times scowling at them, sighing and fretting about the state of my triceps. I am typically at peace with my body. I do my best to practice self-love and compassion when it comes to my body image. … Continue reading Changing the Script
It has taken three Christmases, two Easters and numerous birthdays and anniversaries since my mom passed away, but I think I finally found the sweet spot: The spot where I incorporate memories of my mom into a holiday celebration without repeating the Great Christmas Meltdown of 2015.