“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
After 6 weeks away with their dad, my sweet children are finally home. Now what do you think I’m going to say next? Here’s how I pictured it in my mind: Hubby and me standing at the end of the jetway at the airport and the boys running in slow motion toward us. Everyone in… Read More Families, Olympics, and Little Bugs
So … my first attempt at the “Blended Family” project … Remember how I said I’ve spent several moments standing in the art aisle at random craft stores staring blankly into space? It’s like I’m paralyzed with fear that if I invest in new paints and brushes and a pretty canvas, I’ll just screw it… Read More Life is My Canvas
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
For women in a relationship with a sex addict: You matter! What you are experiencing is called betrayal trauma. It is real, and very similar to PTSD. Whether or not your partner reaches out for help, you CAN! Here’s one way to do that–a retreat for women like you. Below is a little note about… Read More Bloom Retreat: Body, Mind and Soul
I once read a comment from a female corporate executive who had become addicted to ‘Mommy Blogs.’ “Everything looks so beautiful and wonderful all the time,” she said. And then the kicker: “I WISH I COULD STAY HOME AND ARRANGE FLOWERS ALL DAY.” Bahahahahaaaaa! Well … If you read my stuff you know I like to… Read More Burning ramen
Every time I see a “back-to-school” ad, I want to throw something at the TV. Is it time already? My little mommy heart races in anticipation of Friday. This Friday. The day my boys come home. We will spend the last two weeks of summer together before things rev up again. As I look back… Read More The checklist
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” ~Vivian Greene As I pull my blue truck around the corner, an enormous raindrop splats my windshield, and my heart begins racing. My reaction: Screw it. I’m going on a walk anyway. Although I’m on my way home, I… Read More Summer rain
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