On the Things that Hold
As long as I have words, I will be ok. This is a line I tell myself whenever I feel on the brink of being not ok, or whenever I am beyond...
On Gratitude
I have dreamt of this. This. A four-year old boy, digging in the sand, building a castle (“for the mice”) with his dad. This. A ten-month...
On the Road
When it is your door, it will swing open effortlessly on its hinges and summon you through, towards the light that is a direct reflection...
On Befriending Death: Letter of Intent
I knew my beloved Grandpa was going to die before anyone else did. I was eight years old. He was not sick. He was young and vibrant and...
On Beginning Again (Happy Spring)
Every day—every moment of every day—is an opportunity to take a deeper breath, to make a different choice, to break a harmful pattern and...
On Being Brave (& Being Born)
Here we are, sweet baby, teetering on the cusp—the cusp of Life on Earth (for you), the cusp of Life as a Mama of Two (for me). We are...