“He once thought it himself, that he might die of grief: for his wife, his daughters, his sisters, his father, and master [all dead] … But the pulse, obdurate, keeps its rhythm. You think you cannot keep breathing, but your ribcage has other ideas, rising and falling, emitting sighs. You must thrive in spite of… Read More Being still
You just took a breath. And another one. Did you even notice the one before? We do it thousands of times a day. The oxygen moves into our lungs and goes on to do amazing things in our body. The process repeats. And we don’t even think twice. But now I do. I have pneumonia. And… Read More Every Breath
I keep waiting for a normal day. I saw a meme once that said “normal” is just a setting on a washing machine. I hear that. But after trauma, after divorce, after millions of hours of counseling, after … after … after … Aren’t we supposed to get past the dreaded SURVIVAL MODE? If you’ve… Read More Too weary to fake it
A couple weeks ago in a post about my sister’s engagement, I left a little cliff hanger … “Today, as my mom and I were driving to pick up the wedding dress, she said something about the right guy fitting like ‘your favorite pair of blue jeans.’ … That analogy really hit home … and I have a great deal… Read More Boys are like blue jeans
I love to write in my journal. But my writing has been particularly vigorous lately. Like … physically vigorous. In fact, if handwriting analysis came into play, a professional might pronounce my need for an “I-love-me” jacket and a padded room during the past few months. Seriously. When I say writing is good therapy for me, I’m… Read More Fresh and New
We cannot live for ourselves alone. Our lives are connected by a thousand invisible threads, and along these sympathetic fibers, our actions run as causes and return to us as results. –Herman Melville I love my kids. I do. I know I have amazing children. So this is not a bash on my kids. And don’t… Read More ‘Selfie-Centered’ Kids?
Lately, I’m learning a lot about pain. In the wake of major surgery, life burns through a blaring lens of physical pain. But isn’t all pain the same? Whether it’s trauma to the mind or body or soul, it still hurts. Pain is rarely consistent, but often persistent. It comes in waves. It makes or breaks us. It… Read More Cocoon