I say "no worries" an awful lot for a woman that functions in a near perpetual state of worry. The state of anguish can range from a low thrum to a limit that nears paralysis. Yet, my go to response to so many things and people in my life is "no worries". It's almost as … Continue reading Crazy woman?

I wrote this post months ago. It has been sitting, protected in my drafts file. I thought I had become tempered by the routine of missing my little man every other weekend. The emotions I experienced just became part of the routine as well. They were expected. I began to wear them like an old … Continue reading Every other weekend

The last few weeks have been hard. So hard that my brain couldn't stop racing. It's amazing what stress, anxiety, and sleep deprivation can do to a mind. It is a frustrating state of  infinitely running thoughts, yet nothing happening. No solutions. No plans. No forgiveness. Just worry and judgement. Being a parent is hard. … Continue reading Battling monsters

I missed posting last week. I fully intended to write while I was on the plane- but I am the mom of a toddler- as soon as the plane touched the clouds, I was out. ***** I get defensive. Easily. It isn't my finest quality. Nor is it something I justify to allow myself permission … Continue reading Working mother

Kate Spade died yesterday. We may never know exactly why she took her own life- what demons she may have battled. But I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that she didn't have the strength to keep fighting them. The commentary has already begun- the compassionate pleas to reach for help-not to soldier through … Continue reading The mind can be a dangerous place

This is one of those weeks that I have begun three different drafts. I have half formed ideas swirling through my head- and I am not sure which one to complete. It's interesting, I have so much that impacts me and scrolls through my mind on a daily basis, that sometimes it feels like there … Continue reading A change in perspective

My self image has never been particularly strong. Never marveled at the reflection that stares back at me from the mirror. Never felt extraordinary. I have always watched movies- you know the ones- where the main character enters a room from the top of a winding staircase with a breeze gently rustling her hair, and … Continue reading My words could be his one day