the best of things…

the best of things…

Inspired by Emily P. Freeman, I'm spending a little time with her reflection questions and considering what I learned this spring. She asks the following questions: What was your favorite photo from May? As the season unfolded it became clear that the normal spring we craved wasn't just going to happen. March faded into April [...]

trusting the journey…

trusting the journey…

I sit here typing these words at forty-five years old. Forty-five... How did that happen? I still feel seventeen inside, barely treading in too-deep-water and wondering when I'll be able to stop pretending like I've got this whole thing under control. I also, admittedly, feel about ninety-two, or at least how I imagine ninety-two to [...]

chasing normal…

chasing normal…

On Saturday evening we had friends over for dinner. We ate my husband's special Chorizo Tacos (this man is incredible, I'm telling you!) and played some really fun games. There was laughter intermittent with deep discussion. It was all so normal, triggering moments of memory from the Great Before, while also feeling not normal at [...]

naming mistakes…

naming mistakes…

Monica Gellar's parents aren't known for esteeming her life choices. In one episode, when Monica is beginning to (finally) feel like her mom may have some faith in her, after all, when her mom reminds her that they expect failure from her. She charmingly refers to it as pulling a Monica. It basically means: screwing [...]

A powerful thing…

A powerful thing…

A million years ago, we crossed into a new millennium. I found myself a twenty-three year old divorcee with a trail of miscarriages, health issues and heartbreak in the jet streams behind me. Because I'd become a wife so young, and essentially achieved grown-up status as a child, in many ways it felt like I [...]