It came upon me in two significant moments, the understanding that I had survived, and then, the realization that I was alive. It was like resuscitation: jolting, beating, breathing, feeling. I had not actually died, but my heart and brain felt comatose for months. … More Depression Confessions: When Hurting Moms Consider Suicide
Of course, there is little we can do to slow down the passage of time. At best, we can commit to navigating gracefully, as we try to be present in the beautiful moments, grateful through the mundane, and patient through the trials. Because the truth is, time never really felt tangible until we had our children, did it? But when each year brings tremendous growth that we can pencil in like marking height against the wall, it is nearly impossible to ignore how fleeting time can be. … More Beyond Babies: What Comes Next?
And this woman, this mother who seemed to know my pain though I had not spoken of it, stood and held me as though she was embracing a younger version of herself. She let me get it all out, and when I could catch the air again, smiled her pleasant smile, assured me that I was doing my best, and patted my baby goodbye. It was one of the strangest moments of my life, and yet nothing had ever felt more serendipitous. I never saw her again, but I truly believe she crossed my path that day to deliver a message I desperately needed to hear. … More It Does Not Get Easier, But You Do Get Better
I wasn’t going to share anything here today. Your mind has been made. You have heard what you have wanted to hear. Your vote in this historic election has been cast, (I hope), whether with enthusiasm or dread. And I must believe, though we might strongly disagree, that your heart is in the right place. … More To My Children on November 8th, 2016: I Cast My Vote for You
I see you, even though you are having a hard time seeing yourself.
You stand before the toothpaste-splattered mirror at the end of the day searching hard for the spirit of the woman who was once housed by this body, only now all you see are the visible signs of exhaustion from the routine. A heart swelling full of love, yet pierced by the fragments of your lingering dreams.
Beneath the dark-circled eyes, the hands wrinkled under the weight of all their giving, the body weary from a life well lived, you wonder, is she there — the girl that I used to be? … More Finding Your Light: An Open Letter to the Mama Lost to Motherhood
Motherhood.There is a part that no one will tell you. At least, no one told me.
Or if they did, perhaps I just wasn’t ready to listen.
It is going to break you wide open. It is going to crack you right in two. … More The Part About Motherhood That No One Will Tell You
All week I have envisioned sharing with you my wonderful wisdom on how to stay organized, calm, and centered throughout your week.
…And then this week went to hell and I quickly realized that I am not the authority on organization. AT ALL.
… More A More Blissful Week – Lessons In What NOT To Do