Have you ever sat frozen, macro-focussed on a certain predicament in life and wondered if this is who you are now? This is, in fact, how I'm living these days. As a chronic illness warrior, I'll be honest- I'm not feeling very warrior like, these days. I keep reminding myself that this is a season, [...]
Growing up a little white girl, among a see of hispanic children was both hard, and it wasn't. I mean, it WAS hard because I always felt like I didn't fit in. Adding to that the fact that my mother was a smoker and the kids at school always made it a point to acknowledge [...]
{image credit Debby Hudson} Dear Mom, Although we are friends now, we haven't always been in this place in life. When I was growing up, you were distant. Not distant in a way that I couldn't see, hear or touch you, but you just had somewhat "checked out" as a mom. Being the baby of [...]
{image credit Debby Hudson} It took 9 years, past our divorce, for me to face that you were the love of my life. Maybe we just weren’t good together. I don’t know. When it seemed like you not only stopped loving me, and touching me, but also liking me- I didn’t know what to do. [...]
As a part of a new, limited micro-series entitled Post Script, launching under the Collective Podcast, I will be sharing anonymously submitted letters, written by women within the community. Each week that a mini-episode launches, a coordinating post, containing the letter, will be here... {image credit, Debby Hudson} Mom, Hello, how are things going for [...]
Rainy Day in May... 