I get you. I know more about you than you think. I know about some of your relationships. I know about your stories. Your excuses. Your “never agains” Your “what ifs” and your “maybe just one more times.” I know what it is like to wonder “Is it me?” or “Why do I keep making [...]
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Per Wikipedia, safety is the state of being “safe,” the condition of being protected against physical, social, spiritual, financial, political, emotional, occupational, psychological, educational or other types or consequences of failure, damage, error, accidents, harm or any other event which could be considered non-desirable. Those are a lot of potentially non-safe things. No wonder people [...]
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Most of us do not rest enough. Most of us need more rest. And by “rest,” I mean more than your standard 8-hours-of-sleep. I mean rest. Quiet. Stoppage. Retreating within. Unfortunately, our days, our reputations, our self-worth is in many ways based upon how much we can do and get done, how well we plow [...]
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Last night, I met a friend for dinner. She told me she thought about cancelling beforehand because she’d been such a recluse lately, but decided not to because she thought I’d be upset if she did. (I would have understood.) Recluse. Alone. Solitary. We talked about our tendencies to be more alone than not. We [...]
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I am on an island. Not figuratively. Literally. I am on an island. Said island is not exactly in the middle of nowhere, but away from most somewheres I know. No cars on this island, you need your own boat or a water taxi to get here. Nothing commercial on the island, unless you count [...]
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I come from a family of hair people. Hair is one of our things. It’s important. We have lots of it, always long. I grew up with stories of my grandmother having her head crudely and painfully shaved when she arrived at Auschwitz. I grew up with a mother who put doing and styling her [...]
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Before I had kids, I’d heard all the stories. Everyone has them, and sometimes too many of them will share ‘em with you. Lots of them. About childbirth, bottles vs. the breast, sleeping, pooping, bathing, feeding, Onesies…you name it, someone has a story (or 10) for you. It can be scary in those early days, [...]
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Your language. Words are powerful, sometimes so much so that their power scares you. So you dilute whenever you feel uncomfortable. You don’t speak up as much as you know you can, as you know you must. And when you do, you temper your words with evil fillers like “just” and “but” and “I was [...]
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I was 9-years-old and sitting, for what seemed forever, in the backseat of my mom’s maroon Cadillac as we drove from our home in Maryland to Canada for a two-week summer vacation. Apparently, my parents had one source of music. I think it was an 8-track tape. (You may know what that is; if you [...]
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I don’t have enough time. I don’t have the ____ to do that. Money. Guts. Space. House. Clothing. Face. Butt. It’s too hot. Too cold. I can’t do that to my kids. I have to do it for my kids. For my parents, my spouse, my boss too, maybe. I don’t know why I did [...]
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