After a glorious week in Oregon, we drove back last Saturday to the sunnier plains of Northern California. And in case you’re thinking, this is some sort of rambling, self-discovery post. Worry not! Because you are absolutely right! Continue reading“Miles to go before I sleep.”
Category: big feelings
Hey there demons, it’s me your girl.
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My therapist dropped a bombshell on me the other day. He told me that anxiety is a good thing. At which point, I was like — in my head, of course — “Dude, you cannot be serious. Anxiety sucks!”
Thank you and next up!
I wake up to a buzzing inbox, and I am so touched.Continue reading“Thank you and next up!”
THE SECRET……IS OUT!
This is a moment I’ve been working towards for a long, long time. But now that we’re finally here, I find myself breathless and uncharacteristically at a loss for words.
At this point, I should be writing something flowery and clever — teasing you, dropping coy hints, but nope. Not happening.Continue reading“THE SECRET……IS OUT!”
A tale in two parts.
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Saturday, 01/15.2022
I’m spending two nights away from home, and hoo boy, it is such a maelstrom of emotions. On the one hand, I’m thrilled to have some me-time. One of the kids is coming with, so it won’t be all windswept hair and sips of chardonnay, but hey! Oregon beckons, and I get to see my dog again. Continue reading“A tale in two parts.”
2 pink lines.
Truth be told, it was only a matter of time.Continue reading“2 pink lines.”
Nevertheless, she persisted – a true story.
He was an autistic 8-year-old; not fond of animals. She was a feisty corgi puppy, determined to bite everyone in her path.
He screamed. She herded. He cried. She cocked her head and squeaked. But nevertheless she persisted.Continue reading“Nevertheless, she persisted – a true story.”
Are we worthy?
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Are we worthy because we’re famous? Rich and successful? Do we feel special because we’re good-looking or well dressed? On days we’ve “contributed,” do we sleep better?
And when we come across someone else, how do we determine their worth?Continue reading“Are we worthy?”
Just keep swimming.
“Amma, I hate it! I hate it so much!”
“I’m never going back there again. Ever!”
“Please, Amma. Can you please take me out of swimming class?” Continue reading“Just keep swimming.”
Warm, fluffy moccasins.
When I was 5 years old, my Amma read me this magical story. It was from an expensive book with big, chunky pages — part of a larger collection of fairy tales. I remember snuggling in bed on warm summer nights and asking for the same book over and over again. The story of Cinderella and her evil stepsisters. Continue reading“Warm, fluffy moccasins.”
