Sometimes, this blog feels like a confessional, a place where I can pour out my heart and that leaves me feeling lighter when I am done. This is such an instance. We are home, exhausted and sad. Our trip there, through lake effect areas, was surprisingly easy. As we got closer to Malone, late afternoon … More Goodbye, My Van Ran Over My Leg
I don’t know what it is about those soccer sidelines that bring out my worst tendencies, but it happened again the other night. I was chatting with a group of moms in a basketball gym while our daughters practiced, the polished floor beneath my butt making it go completely numb, and I passed on an … More Sidelines Part 2
Mother, a word that always is in the forefront of my mind. Usually, I am thinking about myself as a mother: critiquing recent interactions with my children, always finding things I could have done better, slapping my forehead at things I wished I hadn’t said or done or recognizing moments I could have been softer, … More Mother
I was reading a post from Cat which referenced blogformentalhealth.com. Curious, I clicked on the link. It’s a blogroll which enables posts about mental health to be more widely shared. Recalling a side line moment at my daughter’s soccer practice (last night) in which I felt different from the other mothers because of my depression, … More Sidelines
Last night after switching from the Super Bowl where the score was 17, 14, Seakawks to PBS to watch Downtown Abby, I had a mental vision of how the next twelve hours would go. The Hawks would win the Super Bowl, I hoped to sleep the night through and my husband and I might squeeze … More Surprises
My grandmother, the brave, tough person facing terminal lung cancer, celebrates her 95th birthday tomorrow. I am not one to promote age. As an almost middle-aged person, I hide my own age beneath hair dye and the pithy saying that each year, I celebrate my 28th anniversary. But, on this occasion, I want to shout … More Too Much Thinking
This is my week in review. The informal tone is influenced by a book I devoured, Anne Lamott’s Small Victories. This book was so good, it had me staying up into the wee hours and giggling so loud as I turned up the pages that I woke up my husband, who grumpily told me to … More Week in Review: Grace Amidst the Groans
I just finished All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr, about a German boy and a French girl who come of age on opposite sides of World War II. The boy is an orphan whose natural curiosity and inventiveness with radios and math enables him to avoid the coal mines where his father … More The Time Between
I’ve been reading many New Year’s posts spawned as this one is by Word Press’s 2014 statistical report. Fascinating to learn that my most popular post was guest authored by someone else! That’s fine. In fact, it reinforces what I already knew: blogging is about resonance, a sense of belonging, connection. The community, not the … More Resolute to Embrace Me
Recently, motivation to continue rewriting my memoir eluded me. After two weeks of no progress, I forced myself to sit down and crank out something. What occurred during that session was amazing. In relating my struggles to interact with my infant twins (the reason for my first breakdown) I became aware that this issue was … More Self Forgiveness
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