363 Days Booze-Free

My husband and I began 2019 with a resolution to not drink alcohol all year. With the exception of a bit of bubbly for my best friend’s bachelorette party, and a toast on her actual wedding day this past February, by Jan. 1, 2020 I will have spent 363 days booze-free. A year free from…

Let’s talk about trauma.

I was first diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) in my mid-twenties. I had been seeing my therapist regularly for about 4 months, one of many counselors over the years in punctuated efforts to better maintain my mental health since a suicide attempt at 18. She was thin and gray and our relationship was…

Work.

Imported from Tumblr, Sep. 2019 Self-care, self-love, and healing have become a big, big, big part of my life. Self-deprecation, sarcasm, criticism, complaining and self-loathing are no longer welcome here. And even if it feels like a full-time job, sometimes, managing my mental, physical, spiritual and emotional health, it has to be.  Because I spent…

Be who your younger self needed.

Imported from Tumblr, August 19th 2019 A weekend of learning. We are sending these teen daughters out to swim in this age of social media- Snapchat, sex, self-objectification and the water’s full of sharks. My daughter has barely turned twelve and at this age my first #metoo moment was a Veteran- three years old. Our…

Precipice

Imported from Tumblr, Spring 2019 Some days lately it’s like standing on a precipice. Of who I’ve been. and who I’m becoming. Terrifying. Because the little girl in me wants to be still. Safe. Quiet and unseen. A bunny in a thornbush. Trapped there so long it feels like home. But the soul knows when…