A friend and I talked recently about a couple we know struggling with significant work/life balance issues. We sympathized and tried to brainstorm a few ways to help them, until we finally concluded that regardless of the amount of help we offer, it's simply placing a band-aid over a deep wound. ... Read More about When life wants to bully you
Growing pains
It is Friday of the first "week" of school, if one can call it that after only two days of class. The quiet here sinks into my bones. It builds me up again after a long summer of squabbles and hard days and incessant machinery chugging away outside my back door every day, all day. The kids leave ... Read More about Growing pains
Singing each other home
We saw them swaying on the dock, arms locked, mouths open in unison. As the boat pulled closer to the edge of the island, their voices floated across the water reaching our ears. Girls of all ages, t-shirt-clad and pony-tailed, sang us a welcome and a benediction. They sang my camp-bound daughters ... Read More about Singing each other home
A bookish list: because I can’t always be pensive
My friend, Michelle, tagged me to list ten books that have stayed with me in some way. The rules: Take only a few minutes and don't think too hard. They don't have to be the "right" books or great works of literature, just one which affected you in some way. Please. This is like picking a ... Read More about A bookish list: because I can’t always be pensive
Tracing the pattern of our hands
I can't open up a blog page or Facebook without feeling the mothers, whose children returned to school already, mocking me from the pages. You know who you are, you with your big smiles and first day photos and cups of Starbucks coffee. You with your hours of time no longer filled with people ... Read More about Tracing the pattern of our hands
Comfortable in our own skin
I ate pancakes before I left the house for my first mammogram. I thought it seemed fitting as, not thirty minutes later, a machine squashed my unmentionables into this exact shape. When I told my mom about it, she welcomed me to the land of maturity, then she suggested I schedule a colonoscopy. ... Read More about Comfortable in our own skin
