Have I Never Told You I was a Writer?
We need to talk about our writing/creative efforts and lives more. Yew I’m a mom and also a writer because I write.
Let’s Stop Criticizing Our Daughters
When I was pregnant, I was told the very fact that I cared so much about what kind of parent I’d become meant that I’d be a good parent. What takes a potential good parent and steers them to the wrong side of the road? Their own lack of self-compassion and emotional intelligence or awareness….
What I Feel Like Turning 58 years-old
More than any year prior, I felt into my word of the year as honestly as I could, and it commanded my New Year choices of change. Leapy was the word I chose to guide me this year. My own personal leap year has encompassed so many life changes that make this birthday sweeter in…
My Shelves Of Selves: Possessions As Placeholders For Possibilties
As I walked through my attic looking around at all my bins and boxes overflowing, I thought “my relationship with stuff is complicated”. I had a sense I was picking my way through the evidence of all my past and possible selves. The same boxes that were left there last year after I had a…
Unsilencing the ‘Good Girl”: My Struggle with Authentic Visibility on Digital Platforms
As a person who has an online presence and blog, I’ve taken and watched these workshops led by the leaders in the field of online leadership. Online marketing guru Seth Godin knows what it takes to succeed online and it’s formulaic. I took notes, screenshots, and saved it all in my head. But there’s always…
The Lullful Feeling of Being Between Zones
Today’s story is that I feel Lullful. Between zones. Like that month-long week before you give birth to your baby when nothing’s happening yet and everyone stops calling because they must think they’re going to interrupt something. But it’s me that’s not calling me. I’m not thinking too deeply about much, I’m enjoying being and…
There’s No Place Like Home After Vacation
I have a love/hate relationship with vacations. While my husband has fabulous memories of singing Kumbaya around beach campfires with numerous cousins, I have one memory of my family camping and there was yelling involved. My childhood vacations meant sleeping on uncomfortable beds at relative’s houses so the parents could get a break from parenting….
Learning Curves are a Necessary Suck
For the past 2 months, my foray into opening and writing my Substack site has brought me both hope for creating a larger community and the aching sense of being a complete beginner. Because learning curves makes us feel really stupid. And who wants to willingly walk into a situation where they feel stupid? Pas…
My Quiet Revolution of Care: Reshaping Humanity from My Home
As a woman, there are many unspoken jobs that I perform. I manage our family life’s seasonal rhythms and set the stage, tone, and table for celebrations and vacations. I am the listener, teacher, and translator as each family member needs a differential learning approach. I need to understand how to communicate with each in…
The Dead Plant Disappointments and What’s Sexiest about Me
Back from our first summer vacation and happily can say that I felt vacated a few times while away. Car travel is somewhat exhausting. Our three kitties were very needy upon our return. Felt very relieved that we’d finally gotten a good rain while away but alas, there were some dead plants. Recent disappointments feel…
