At some point this past year I decided I wanted my life to be about pursuit of joy rather than reduction of suffering. And to paraphrase Frost, it has made all the difference.
The man who gives you a back rub without your permission. The guy who stands a little too close to you on the bus, so close you can smell the alcohol on his breath. The boys who joked and the men who joked and so many jokes but you were never laughing. The jokes you didn’t understand because you were too young to understand. The gut punch when you were old enough to finally get what they meant.
Take heart. I bet you have it together more than you think. For goodness sake, it’s not like you still… Read more Feeling frazzled? To-do list too long?
I am so excited to share with you all that a piece I wrote, ‘Seven Things Nobody Tells You About Miscarriage” has been published on Mommyish.com! They are all about sharing the day-to-day truths related to ‘parenting imperfect’–what better home for some truth-telling about miscarriage than their site?
(Plus Mommyish loves listicles–even listicles about miscarriage despite the fact my husband thinks it is creepy. Plus they appreciate my love of animated gifs. My piece even includes a gif from Jane the Virgin! AND LIZ LEMON IN A SNUGGIE.)
Do you hear the quiet hum that is slowly rattling the china? The whistle that is building to a roar?… Read more Why Donald Trump Compels Me to Speak
Where to begin! I have so many stories to tell and I haven’t posted in a few days, so there… Read more It was a SARAH kind of day
Yesterday I did something that made my palms sweat and my heart race. I shared my story (the one I… Read more Sweaty Palms and…Joy?
I don’t know where we go from here. What I didn’t know until I attended the vigil was that it was important for me to read Ramon’s name. To cry publicly. To feel righteous anger.
This urgency to give voice. A story that demands to be told. In spite of fear, in spite of taboo,… Read more Voice
For many years, burrowing worked well-enough when the goal was to shut out further pain. Unfortunately the same door that shuts out the pain also shuts out a lot of people who would have been more than willing to help me through the hard times.