When I moved in with my husband I had a funny insight about styles of life. I was loading balled up socks into the bottom drawer of my bureau and it
Speculation vs Decision: guarantee certainty and mitigate risk by front-loading choices
My eleven year old wakes up early and likes to go on woods-walks with me most days before school. Today, we figured out when choosing between two
Teddy Talk
Around 5 years ago, we needed to put down our dog Teddy. My son just today asked me where Teddy really is. At the time we had told our son, “Teddy
Personal transformation is the only miracle recognized as such by the Buddha
Stories from mine: When I feel raw and tired, I call my Aunt BahBah - the peace wrangler of the family. Her last name is Lamb, and sheep, lambs
toney atone: my family goals
There are a few things I've been saying to my family, hoping they'll see things I see as problems and make "us" feel better. No one has wanted to
See something, say something
My mom has always been an awesome writer. She went back to school when I was 10. Her professors fawned over her writing which raised money, started
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
Beyond Belief
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
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,
I am my dogs
A generation ago, I had a dream, and I told my mentor about it. Black dogs are barking at me. It is depression. It looks like this (I showed him a
Holiday Jealousy. On Making Cheer
I've got to admit, I've been feeling a little sorry for myself. I feel like I work really hard taking care of a thousand things, and yet, I can't seem
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
A message to my son on Mother’s Day
Hi O! You are four now, and not one for lengthy or deep conversations, but there are so many things I want to say to you, so I'll write them now.
Message for my daughter on Mother’s Day
Hi Tas, This morning I was in the bathroom and saw our little message chicken (you know, the one with a set of little papers with nice sayings on
Aloft
This is my theme for the day. It has to be. I am exhausted from running too many things, and there is snow on the ground, and all I want to do is be
Who’s carrying…
... the emotion of the situation? In every intense interaction between people, an emotional 'bubble' gets created. Usually this bubble is experienced
The conversation
This morning my daughter lied to me. Not about anything big, or even particularly important, but the lie was said, then backed up by demonstrations to
Me time = Flea time
I am battling tiny vermin, some imagined, some real. Last week, my elder child came home with a classroom lice notice. That took my already
Calm after a storm
Holidays at home with little ones means super secrets, high anticipation, late nights, big messes, bigger food and lots of opportunities to make
The morning I have
This was not the morning I wanted. I had great visions for how my daughter and I would connect, and I would help ease her "just starting school"
hiding in the library
I hide in the kitchen, extending the time it takes to do dishes. No one comes in during that time. This is the only way I can eat Ben & Jerry's
Dark dog of exhaustion
I love to watch my kids sleep. I enjoy this for many reasons; to witness a state of deep relaxation, to observe their sweet features, and to know
Tasslenisms: part two
see also Tasslenisms One ♥ Tasslenisms Two ♥ Tasslenisms Three Tasslen at egg hunt: Look mom, a double
Activity vs. Achievement
Like many parents of small children, I reside in a swirl of constant and chaotic activity. Think, "mom, look at this potion I just made with your new
THAT kind of mom
I hoped I'd be one of those awesome moms that was super-conscious, sensitive and mindful, until I realized I was becoming one of those "literary"
