I wrote this on Fri, the 11th of Jan 2013, in the wake of a very sad tragedy on the east coast, and feeling some of the edgy discomfort caused by things we can’t prevent, despite our best efforts, which unfortunately are wholly preventable. Healing, as well as helping others embark on this journey, is a worthy undertaking. The path … Continue reading Making it mean something.
Safeguarding love, protecting it in the hustle of life, and making it last is hard, especially when you have prickles, and I have prickles. When I don’t have prickles, I am more love than anyone might know what to do with. A deep and wide, potentially suffocating amount of love…deep as the ocean. I can float … Continue reading The problem with prickles
We had beautiful friends, old and new, over to our house to celebrate the solstice. The children were happy and fussy and everything children should be. The parents were happy and funny and everything parents should be. There was nothing about it that was not lovely. I am grateful, for my family, these people, and … Continue reading This little minute
I bought a long Patagonia down jacket. It’s red. I live in Central Oregon. There are too many jokes about this to even get started. Suffice it to say it’s quite cliche. In light of my recent blog about being frugal, I will share it was in a resale store, hanging there all pretty and … Continue reading A jacket
You’re doing good work. You’ll never be perfect. You are amazing just as you are. You are building something worthwhile. My writing brain sang these words as I ran home from the office tonight, to wrap my kids up in big mommy hugs. They are the words I would write, in a holiday note, to … Continue reading Just right
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