When I was a kid, I’d obscure my face with magnets on refrigerator photos and avoid my reflection in mirrors, because the creature staring back at me was terrifying. Most of my life I have been disconnected from my body, never fully in it, and always either in some form of panic or deeply immersed … Continue reading The Bridge
There is a pervasive notion in our culture that we have to struggle or be stressed-out to succeed. While I have definitely been under this spell most of my life, I have recently started to see things differently – and let me tell you, it’s changed everything. Let’s face it, some of us are goal-oriented. … Continue reading Pivot Toward The Light
Happy people don’t judge people. Over the past two months I've been doing a judgement detox. Once I learned it was a thing, I knew it was for me, though I wasn’t sure why. I didn’t judge others. Not really. Quietly polishing my halo, I reflected on how, even as a child, I recognized that … Continue reading My Judgement Detox
The Mighty is running my story. Thank you to all the beautiful people who have been a source of light in my life. Much love!
Today is my daughter’s last day of grade five. It’s been quite a year, full of challenges and important lessons. She has shown great leadership qualities, and while I can’t tell you how proud I am of the outstanding young woman she is becoming, I can offer a short anecdote. The other day we were … Continue reading Have A Nice Day
How beautiful she is, the way I see her running in the park. And then I am fumbling on my keyboard, because I actually typed was, at first. I realize she most certainly was running, and she is running, still. That’s my daughter. She was, and is, and will always be running with her arms … Continue reading Just Like They Always Do
Today, people are encouraged to talk about mental health. Okay, I'll bite. Let me start by saying that people who battle mental illness are my heroes. Scratch that. They are bonafide, motherfucking superheroes. You can’t see it, but they are carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. They are waging a war that … Continue reading You Are My Superhero
Scary Mommy is running a piece I wrote about body image. Be good to yourselves.
His image illuminates the screen of my phone. He is smiling, that smile I’d like to believe he reserves just for me. The photo was taken a few years ago, now, but seeing it still elicits the same geyser of emotion. Saddened, I watch until his smile fades to black. I can’t talk to him … Continue reading To Be Seen by You
I flick on the bedside lamp and sit on the edge of her bed. Part of me is excited to wake her. She is my sidekick, and it seems strange when she is not right there with me. The other part of me wants to just sit and watch her sleep. She is so peaceful, … Continue reading There With You