I have a confession. It turns out i am a human. Who is flawed. And (gulp) imperfect. There’s something about… Read more 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… Read more Embracing Brokenness
I am embarking on the third round of birthdays, anniversaries and holidays without my mom. In the past two years it often… Read more 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… Read more 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.