I’ve learned writing is cathartic for me. It’s a way in which I can connect with others and get to know myself. I process much of my own experience between the lines of my blog […]
Tag: life
I Don’t Know & You Don’t Know
You can’t see inside a painting. As you are not the artist—I am not the artist. And, we, neither of us, are the subject. We are on the outside. You see what has been constructed—you […]
News
“Let’s watch the news,” my first grader said. “It’s important to know what’s going on all around the world,” he added. We lasted less than five minutes. The first three stories included a piece on […]
Building a House “For Me”
I often joke about the misfortunes of “getting old,” but honestly… it’s much more good than bad for me. One of the markers of aging for me has been the realization my personal worldview… sucked. For […]
Gifts That Never Expire
Sometimes words spew out of my mouth and I immediately wish life had an EDIT and DELETE button. Sometimes… rarely… but sometimes, words fall out and I’m somewhat astonished at my own insight. “There is […]
Give Them Credit
“I’m sure she’ll make the team.” “That is a given. Look at her mom!” “It’s a sure thing. She’s just like you.” I heard every variation of these sentiments in the months leading up to […]
No Such Thing as an Easy Life
It’s been a minute since I’ve found myself in this space—the blog space, that is. I joined a new group at the beginning of the year. While the organization was born from the marriage of […]
Mom Guilt Should Never Ride Shotgun
No one told me it would be this hard. Okay…that’s total bullshit. I think my mom definitely told me it would be this hard. I just didn’t believe her. Truth be told, I wouldn’t have […]
Merry Christmas to Me & Team Weak
I had grand intentions of exiting 2017 with weekly blog posts all through the insanity that is the month of December. Just as it dawned I’d not posted since November, and guilt began to creep […]
Dear Person in Recovery: A Love Letter
Dear Person in Recovery, I do not understand. I promise to try. The tears I’ve cried for you can not be measured. I know you have cried more. The pain I’ve felt because of your […]
