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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….
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…
Recently, I have come to understand that my mother’s emotional well-being was my responsibility growing up.
Yesterday, I joined a once-a-year challenge on Instagram called the One Day Hour by Hour challenge. You can see it here on my Instagram account. Hosted by Laura Tremaine, the challenge asks you to chronicle your day hour by hour and post some pictures on social media while you do it. I thought, what the heck,…
I feel like I’ve been holding my breath. Waiting for the weather to finally begin changing. Waiting for a new life path to appear. Something about these days feel still. Like I’m waiting for some epiphany about what’s next. I’m perhaps past due for some mindmapping or something to help me divine and anchor myself…
I came back from delivering my first born to his collegiate destination and I felt good. I had done this job, my job as well as I could. I stayed high on it for several days as I poured my energy back into my clearing and decluttering for my 100-day project that isn’t even halfway…
I embody many me’s on any given day. The person I chose to act on behalf of yesterday isn’t all the same as the one I will be working for today. Yesterday I was the grilled cheese coach and photographer for preteen girls who swear they don’t want to be teens. I was the re-potter…
Life has layers. Especially if you are a caretaker and a homekeeper. And within this web of work, there is a priority hierarchy. In my head, there are tasks that take precedence and others that can wait. And as I’ve become more and more busy with the moving in of my mother, I have bogged…
These past couple of pandemic years have made me irreversibly aware of how much of what I, and many many women, do which goes unnoticed. We and much of our efforts are taken for granted. If the people we look to for validation don’t value us, we don’t consider who we are and what we…
” Wow ”, I said, “How do you find all that time to read”, I ask. She says, “Well, I don’t have children to take care of. When I did, I didn’t have time to read either.” Validation there for the taking. Women are the best supporters and the worst critics. My Mom was a woman…
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