Coaching
The toilet in my back yard
And the knowing that comes from an ‘in house’ metaphor. Last month, we cashed in some Apple shares to have a friend’s brother fix our bathroom. The floor…
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Creativity
Nunsense
When I was 16, a defecting nun came to stay with us. She was young and full of verve and vigor. She had been running the church-y teenager…
Family
Feeling Free on the Mother of all days
Sunday is Mothers Day and I’m going to try again to divest myself of all planned work, chores, conversations, and responsibilities; while avoiding expectant smiles about having a…
Creativity
Ma-stalgia: a term of endearment for ascendant generations
Nostalgia as sign it’s time to reboot our childlike sense of self, and how being states help us cope with a heightened sense of responsibility. My brother sent…
Family
The Fairness Container
As a mom of a 12 and 15 year old, I often get to hear pissy words about fairness. Last week’s rollick of a road trip, there were…
Body & Health
Nurse Maid Bird | Movie Mode
I shouldn’t be happy when my 15 year old daughter is home sick, but I am. I delight in getting to take care of her because there are…
Coaching
Orienting a Day
I love the term orientation. It’s connected to my past and my future. And now all at once. The days I choose to orient around “love” or “hope,”…
Family
Naming, Angels, and Missing Sisters
Can anyone truly see what’s missing? It’s a paradoxical view. What’s in a name? One of my teachers told me folks with the last name DeAngelis or DiPrete…
Family
Gail Force
Gail lived with us for several months when I was five years old. Gail was 15 years old at the time, an avid 1970s free spirit, a pot…
Family
A Burning Bridge to Now-here
My favorite candle sits on my dining room table. It’s inside opaque black glass and sits on its own wooden cover like a little pedestal. I refer to…
Body & Health
Ordinary Abortion Story
If you know me at all, you know I try to let my work speak for itself, and I don’t like to reveal myself clearly online. It’s scary…
Family
What is God?
I asked my 11 year old son on our walk this morning, after a long ramble through the woods where we talked about the philosophy of cross country…