The stillness of the house is like a pond in a winter’s morning. It beckons me to sit and just listen to the tick…
So many shoulds coming at us daily. Other people’s recipes for our lives flooding our heads. The shoulds of womanhood, motherhood, parenthood, successful people,…
The shame of not doing what I should have done is sometimes unbearable. I really do mean well and know better, yet I keep…
In the middle of writing in my journal this morning, thinking about my next round of tasks, I felt a sudden twitch. It was…