I’m betting you’ve seen the inspiration porn about why birds sing just before dawn – to tell their mates (or whoever is listening) that they made it through the night – and that, perhaps, that’s why we sing (or create art): to tell others “I’m still here.” I don’t write[Read more]

Of all the skills my parents taught me, the one that tops my list of things-I-want-to-pass-on-to-my-boys is how to keep going, even when you don’t want to. I think about those early days after their dad left, when I’d drop them off at school and choke out the words, “Have[Read more]

I only made it halfway through Besser van der Kolk’s The Body Keeps the Score – a book that explores how unprocessed trauma affects the body – but I didn’t need to finish the book to understand its message. My body chucks score cards at me on a regular basis,[Read more]

A friend from college died last week and I spent part of my weekend down the rabbit hole, after I went looking for a photo I remembered of us together. College photos led to high school scrapbooks, and I paused on this gem from 1985. I was 17, the same[Read more]

Yesterday’s blog post was so brief, so simple, I almost didn’t hit “publish.” No meaningful metaphors, no aha moment, just an adult version of refrigerator art (look what I made!). It felt like it wasn’t enough to share . . . which is exactly what convinced me to share it,[Read more]

In the early days of the pandemic, I forced my sons to take a walk at least once each day. The whole lockdown mentality made it tempting to lockdown on all levels and a required march around the neighborhood was my way of pushing back against the urge to do[Read more]