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.”
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!”
I wake up to a buzzing inbox, and I am so touched.Continue reading“Thank you and next up!”
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!”
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.”
Truth be told, it was only a matter of time.Continue reading“2 pink lines.”
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 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?”
“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.”
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.”