My mother’s birthday was this past Wednesday. I had built up a fair amount of agitation about it ahead of time, anticipating that it would be a challenging day for … Continue reading Differently bad.
My mother’s birthday was this past Wednesday. I had built up a fair amount of agitation about it ahead of time, anticipating that it would be a challenging day for … Continue reading Differently bad.
I want to start off this post by saying that Mel Robbins seems like a lovely person who’s done great work for her own life and made a huge difference … Continue reading This whole “let them” thing.
In a sense, the term “lies” seems a bit strong, as for the most part, what this list entails is pretty harmless. But sugarcoating any of it by calling them … Continue reading Seven lies (and two truths) my father told me.
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.
I thought it was over. But it’s like the infomercial that never ends, where they keep pushing on you all this stuff you don’t need and don’t want. Just when … Continue reading But wait, there’s more!
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.
I got a new tattoo today, one that holds great meaning for me. It feels like rather a lot to explain in a blog post, but what I’d like to … Continue reading Remember who you are.
I bring you a small break from the crushing despair and horror and anxiety we Americans are currently enduring to share a great experience I had recently. It’s been months … Continue reading Somatic validation.
We all have at least one movie or television show that we could (and do) watch over and over again and love it no matter how much we watch it. … Continue reading Everybody loves a comfort show.
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.