As many of you know, my kiddo is quite the climber. QUITE the climber. “I’m a National Climber,” she’ll tell people, after overhearing me call her a natural climber. After all, she crawled up the stairs long before she walked, and then trees, playgrounds, any structure she came upon. And at eight, we’ve reached the point whereContinue reading “Guardian Angels at the Park”
Tag Archives: 2023
From the Mouths of Babes, War Edition
I’ve been quiet. There’s been so much and I didn’t feel I had much to add, so I let the chaos swirl within me. Yet even when I don’t write, the world spins on and there are parent teacher conferences and lunches to pack and news to digest. Then last night we were driving toContinue reading “From the Mouths of Babes, War Edition”
Deck Blinds
These blinds have been sitting on my deck for longer than I care to admit. They symbolize the double work of chronic illness. See, I am intermittently functional. There are days that my body can do just about anything, and then there are days where even my hair hurts. The ratio of functioning days toContinue reading “Deck Blinds”
“Are you OK?” (No. Yes. Mostly?)
The past couple weeks have been a LOT. There’s been loss and grief and shock and perspective shifts. There’ve been so many adjustments, life almost feels fluid (which is pretty beautiful), and now it’s the end of May. The phrase “Are you okay?” always throws me off. I feel defensive and defective and completely unableContinue reading ““Are you OK?” (No. Yes. Mostly?)”
Existential Crisis and Love (and Poetry)
Living in the End Times is rough. Societal collapse, with rising prices and stagnant wages and an unthinkable wealth gap, is exhausting. Mass shooting after mass shooting. Scandal on top of scandal. The floor keeps sinking in the race to the bottom and the climate crisis is here and the tipping point four years out.Continue reading “Existential Crisis and Love (and Poetry)”
Found in the Forest
We took a walk yesterday— my dear friend invited Kidlet and I to join her and her pup. As they walked ahead, I was stuck by this gorgeous moss covered rock. I pulled out my phone to snap a picture. But the photo showed me more. This gorgeous beam of light shone into the rock,Continue reading “Found in the Forest”
Notes to Self: Dear HS Freshman
Oh dear one, the world is large and the universe expanding. It’s beautiful and terrifying and comforting and overwhelming. And YOU ARE PART OF THAT. Part of the chaotic and magnificent cosmic blob. You are a creature of the multiverse. One of many. There is not a single thing wrong with you. There may beContinue reading “Notes to Self: Dear HS Freshman”
No dish breakfast
Sometimes I need a simpler breakfast. A really easy one. No dishes. Enter: TOAST!! Smear it with whatever you have on hand— peanut butter, cheese, smooshed banana, regular ass butter. Today I did avocado (and a sprinkle of Everything but the Bagel because I’m a little bit bougie). Because we gotta eat today. No matterContinue reading “No dish breakfast”
Gentle Friday
It’s been a rough week for kidlet. I’m heading off to pick her up early from her after program because Things. And I’m choosing to be soft when I get her. To connect first. And she doesn’t know this but I’ve packed her roller skates and some snacks in case that sounds nice. It’ll beContinue reading “Gentle Friday”
Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,
Note to self: Sweet baby girl, you take up as much space as you can. The world is vast and the universe expanding. Cowards will try to make you small. They will line their pockets with your insecurities. Starve them. Deny THEM. Not yourself.Restriction won’t help you grow.And you can’t hate yourself to happy. TheyContinue reading “Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,”
Pretty Good Ugly 