growing for the greater good
Everywhere I go single folks are out and about. I see them at the movies, cafes, grocery stores – sipping their coffee, in their own little worlds, all alone. When I was little, I would see people alone and think how awful it must be to be without a friend. But the older I get …
Orange is the new black and inner peace is the new success, am I right? Mental health a clear cornerstone in that peace. My postpartum depression bi-polar craziness surely has been a fantastic catalyst for stirring the pot that’s been holding all my long-forgotten emotional baggage. Clearing the way to build a better foundation for …
My 3.5 year old has officially entered into the magical & wondrous phase I call: “why, though?” He’s constantly putting me on the spot. I’m questioning everything I ever thought I knew as he picks away at my whole existence. *eyes wide* “Uuuuuhhhh, I’m not sure why we have our toilet paper roll facing out. …
A twenty-somethings kid came to the door a few months after Amelia was born. Clipboard in hand, kindly requesting my utility bill. I had barely arrived home from the grocery store – slightly frazzled but holding steady. He stood waiting amongst the mountain of food still on the porch listening to my leg-clinging toddler sing …
I’m not sure about any of you but the older I get the more I cry. Remember that “crazy world” post where the 38-year-old me is balling her eyes out on the hardwood floor? Yeah, well it turns out, not so crazy, after all. As I was shaking & crying in my own existential breakdown …
Before I had the clarity to just hug my son when he’s crying & whining I tried saying things like, “settle down, use your words – can you ask more politely?” But I only ever saw his little body go further into overload. “Um, actually no, Ma. I can’t. I’m not thinking clearly – I’m …
When I was a kid we played limbo at the Flippo’s skating rink in Morro Bay. I loved the place. Dreaded the game. The claustrophobic concept of lowering the bar until you either crash into it or fall on your ass gave me anxiety. I like my conditions stable. Predictable. Scheduled, organized, prepared & on …
It seems we’ve arrived. I’ve been waiting….wondering if my mellow-even-tempered-gentleman of a son might magically skip over the quintessential tantrums and preserve our dying sanity. But no. He’s decided to try crazy on for size and just like his hand-me-down Buster Posey shirt – he’s not taking it off. I’ve seen other kids with the …