Mom, Mary, & Me

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.

The Final Push (This Might Hurt)

I've had a huge amount of crap healing work surface this past week. The kind of stuff that a year from now I will look back on and muse, that was so powerful and worth every painful moment. But when you are living it? Total and utter bologna. In fact, I have decided 2016 has … Continue reading The Final Push (This Might Hurt)

How Two Dreams Helped Me Cope with Pregnancy Loss

The first dream was two weeks ago: I am in a bus. We are nearing the place that is in the snowy hill; it is beautiful out. I look up and see these huge white cranes, morphing, dancing in the sky. I point and tell everyone but nobody seems to see them. The second dream quickly … Continue reading How Two Dreams Helped Me Cope with Pregnancy Loss

Finding My Village after Losing My Mom

The last few weeks I've found myself fantasizing about what it would be like to have my mom around. I doubt this is healthy, but it goes like this: I envision her showing up and going to work. She would get my kitchen really clean—sparkling, lemon-fresh clean. She would brush my daughter's hair, patiently untangling … Continue reading Finding My Village after Losing My Mom

Sleep. Writing. Time alone. What’s on your list?

Last night I found this list tucked away in my journal: Sleep. writing. time alone. It took me a moment to realize what I was looking at. Then I remembered it was from a journaling workshop I participated in before Christmas. The question that was asked on the call was: What is essential to your … Continue reading Sleep. Writing. Time alone. What’s on your list?