A sea of voices crying out. Story after story. Post after post. Women speaking up about being sexually harassed. Does adding one more to the mix even matter? I had an entire generic post practically written about shame. I began writing it the week the #MeToo movement became viral but the post got derailed when… Read More
One of the scariest moments of my life was when I was shopping one day with my three-year-old. As with most children, she was full of curiosity, but she also had an independent streak that would send her exploring without fear (more than most). As soon as she was mobile, she had a tendency to… Read More
2017 sped by like a freight train, quietly speeding by through the night. It seems like I blinked and now we are on the cusp of a new year. Again. As with every new year, a wave of reflection and intention setting permeates the air, like the smell of bacon that is present each morning… Read More
**This was written 12/25/16. A year has passed and as we head into another Christmas, the grief is present. The sharpness has smoothed out, but the sadness is an underlying emotion that permeates throughout. I was Christmas shopping the other night and felt an immense sadness in the men’s section of Target. In the last… Read More
Many years ago, I was on a family vacation in Sequoia, a beautiful national park abundantly filled with massive trees and inviting lakes. One day, we were splashing about in one of the swimming holes and happened upon a small cliff that people were jumping from. Judging from the laughing and the revelry, everyone was having a… Read More
My relationship with money has always been a bit complicated. I like spending it. I love having it, but deep down, the story I tell myself when it comes to money is what was taught to me in church, that “it is the root of all evil.” Growing up, I watched my parents struggle with… Read More
I laid on the bathroom floor, my body limp and spent. Dried tears streaked down my face and animalistic whimpers would escape every so often between hiccuped breathing as I tried to soothe myself on the cold hard linoleum of the bathroom floor. No matter how hard I had kicked the door and screamed, no one… Read More
Even though I am on my fifth or sixth career now, I identify most with the last career I had, and that was that of a writer (and editor). I was a writer long before I was paid to do so, as most of us are, but dared to only call myself a writer after… Read More
I’m finally at a point in my life where I feel like I truly respect myself. It only took 40 years. For much of my adult life, I thought I respected myself. I thought that I was okay with who I was, felt good(ish) about myself, and how people treated me. But I’ve come to realize… Read More
Exactly six years ago today, I woke up like I did every morning, unaware that I would go to bed a completely different person and my life, as I knew it, was going to end. Not to be overly dramatic or anything, but as September 5th, 1977 was the date of my birth, September 21st,… Read More