I did something drastic for the sake of my mental health this week. I stayed home for Thanksgiving while the rest of my family went to my in-laws’ like we’ve … Continue reading Worth remembering.
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Grenade.
I’ve been thinking a lot in the last week or two about how it could be possible that I came from such horrible people and didn’t turn out the same … Continue reading Grenade.
Aw, shucks.
Settle in and fasten your life vests, people, because I am about to take you on quite the oceanic adventure through my daughter’s brain. Here’s some background information: my daughter … Continue reading Aw, shucks.
The last moments of summer.
Tonight, we are enjoying the last moments of summer. Tomorrow, a new school year begins. My daughter will be a first grader. I’ll be returning to teaching art and also … Continue reading The last moments of summer.
I am an Existential Beach.
Every so often, a weather front will blow in and there will be a whiff of ocean in the air. A salty breeze, subtle, probably unnoticeable to most people, but … Continue reading I am an Existential Beach.
An ode to the Fiona dress.
My daughter has grown out of all of her princess dresses. She’d grown out of them months ago, really, but I hadn’t gotten around to pulling them from her closet … Continue reading An ode to the Fiona dress.
When the grief runneth over.
Like a toppled wine glass slowly staining the Seder table, sometimes grief spills out and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Sometimes holidays are just friggin’ hard. I … Continue reading When the grief runneth over.
Mia Famiglia.
In my Facebook memories for today, there was a post I’d shared several years ago that talked about grief. The quote was allegedly from someone named Jamie Anderson, and the … Continue reading Mia Famiglia.
Building blocks and boundaries.
I got unexpectedly triggered last night, and it’s Elton John’s fault. Not really, bless his heart. But indirectly, just a bit. With the start of the new year comes a … Continue reading Building blocks and boundaries.
Thanksgiving and the “Yes/And” Rule.
Tuesday was my brother’s birthday. He turned 38. How is it that my own birthday doesn’t really make me feel old (not yet, or not most of the time), but … Continue reading Thanksgiving and the “Yes/And” Rule.
Journeys in the Dark 