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Becoming a mother has been a ride. I’ve learned to live with less sleep, half-baked plans that fall apart the other half of the time, and constant pings…
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Becoming a mother has been a ride. I’ve learned to live with less sleep, half-baked plans that fall apart the other half of the time, and constant pings…
My stepmother Rita passed away yesterday. She had her sister by her side during a peaceful transition. Her health had declined rapidly after my Dad moved into a…

“I’m stretched too thin!” I’m pretty sure I’ve been saying this to anyone who would listen, including playing this complaint on internal repeat for the last two months.…

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 face, and…

I don’t go to church, my kids don’t either. The other day I realized that even though I don’t engage with organized religion anymore, that there are many…

skip to steps Today my 8 year old son and I took a mental health day. This was at my suggestion after he’d run into a frustration-styled brick…

So, you don’t seem to be interested in what I have to say. And that’s natural. And that is you becoming you, so it’s fine. But your mom…

Walking with my son in the “fairy woods,” we came to an intersection in the trail we’d come to many times before. “Which way should we go?” he…

It’s funny, I was out for a walk and thinking about Odin’s leg. How the one that was broken is longer than the one that didn’t get injured.…

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, because…

This was originally written as testimony to RI state legislature to help pass the Reproductive Health Care Act in RI in 2019l codifying RI’s citizens right to abortion…

I have a friend. She used to smoke Camel unfiltered. The first time I was to meet her, was an evening at a dusty Irish pub in Matunuck,…