"I'm living two timelines moving in different directions." I sat up in bed and said that to my husband last night. I've been plagued by night
make all the same mistakes I did
There's been so much discontent between us, eldest kid. Maybe this is from me trying to shield you from mistakes, preventing you from falling on your
Coping: Part II in the Working Toward Transformation series
Last post was supposed to be about forgiveness, but wound up as an angry, toxic diatribe. I'll guess I'll call that Part I. I'm okay with this,
to women who’ve made themselves a holy mess of wonderfulness
This is a shout out to all women, like me, who have experienced trauma and made themselves a holy mess of wonderfulness. This is a shout out to the
My poem to you
This poem is one of thanks. And it is for you. Dear friend, you are a woman of extraordinary depth. You feel. You feel for others who forget
They made their bed, let ’em lie in it
This is one of those posts I didn't want to write. But this refrain keeps going through my head, so this is as good a way as any to exorcise it. They
Red Face to Chance Grace
For the first time, I have experienced a random Trump supporter asking me how she could ameliorate election-based stress in her family. This came