I work in child and family wellness, mental health, specifically. It is such a delicate field, and I help people through some of the hardest times they’ve ever had. Every day I find myself walking this fine line between two extremes – personal and professional. I like to think I have found a happy 60/40 to … Continue reading Everyone has a butt crack.
The coffee bar I’m in is warm and friendly and quiet and soft. The tables don’t wobble. I stepped outside to use my phone. I love a place that reminds you of the importance of common courtesies, which are more or less lost in our fast-paced, overflowing, overstimulating world. The leaf pattern floating on top … Continue reading Pretty coffee and too much to do
Every minute, of every day, I am consumed by the needs of others. I am a mom, which I am deeply grateful to be, and I am a caregiver by both nature and profession. In the evening, after both kiddos are tucked safely, I turn off and sort of go away. I don’t go anywhere … Continue reading Thankful.
When I was young and single, I was fortunate to have several friends who sort of adopted me. They gave me a sense of belonging, and stability on the shaky bridge between my young life and the life that was unfolding before me. Lundi is one of these people, and despite being separated by distance … Continue reading Lazy, lazy Sunday
Art flows from my daughter’s fingertips like magic. She floats to another plane and Amazing appears before our very eyes. And sometimes she throws hasty scribbles on paper, pronounces it a masterpiece, and marches on to the next activity – whatever that may be. I love her. She is soft and wiggly and bright, and … Continue reading The day the world flew away…
They’re always more than a dog; simple in their ways and forever in the moment. The week before Tanner died, he didn’t eat. His belly slowly filled with fluid, and there was a mass on his spleen. We don’t know what it was, only that he was overcome by it, despite his determination to stay … Continue reading Tanner
I am young and healthy, and soon will be forty. I feel tired, so I have removed myself from some of the cumbersome social media in favor of clinging to exercise and presence, and to keep writing. I’m tired because Cole’s wakefulness pounces on the 2 and 5 am hours, and then I work, where, … Continue reading the elusive now
This morning, the filtered sun highlighted my deeply abiding love for the tiny prince. I hoisted him, higher than usual, and immediately was gifted with the most disarming perspective shift. Perched on his throne – delicious, countless circles. Soft bubblegum with a rosy glow, and eyes beaming as he tilted his head up to look even … Continue reading tiny round prince
Today I sat in my daughter’s small, love-stuffed bedroom, amidst toys too numerous to count, while she was away at school. Drawn to her dress up trunk, I knelt humbly and emptied its contents one treasured article at a time. Once surrounded, a smile danced over me. I opened up inside, reuniting with the part … Continue reading Warm Sweet Wind
From May of 2011 I can’t seem to stop crying these last few days. Everything feels icky and I can’t enjoy the things that are not icky. (Yes, there is an overgeneralization here and of course, logically, there cannot be things that are NOT icky if EVERYTHING is icky. But everything feels icky!) I am spread like … Continue reading Wily Coyote