Pivot Toward The Light

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

My Breakdown Was A Breakthrough

A month and a half ago I had a breakdown. No stranger to depression and its episodic tantrums, I’ve had breakdowns before. They were nothing compared to this. This one brought me to my knees. It was as though a nuclear bomb had detonated at the epicenter of my world, laying everything I had once … Continue reading My Breakdown Was A Breakthrough

You Are My Superhero

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

Life’s a Pitch

I coached my daughter’s softball game last night, which was all well and good, until the other team put in their star pitcher. I mean this girl could throw–and fast. It’s the first time we’ve encountered an opponent with that kind of speed. Her accuracy was still under development, however, so I cheered our girls … Continue reading Life’s a Pitch

That Old Feeling

For some people, childhood doesn’t end up being the best time of their lives, like you so often hear. I wasn’t a happy kid, though I played one convincingly enough. I also played softball, but when I was on the diamond, things were different. With my uniform on and cleats laced up, I wasn’t pretending … Continue reading That Old Feeling


In the early days you often felt as though you were drowning. Inky darkness lapped at you from all directions as you struggled toward the distant shore. With one arm you held your young daughter, treading furiously to keep her face above water as you choked and gasped for breath, your own head intermittently plunging … Continue reading Resurfacing