I went to my first divorce support group meeting last week. They had a clever way of greeting guests, saying, “We’re sorry you’re here, but we’re glad you’re here.” It was everything the flier promised – supportive people who’ve all been where I am now – but the empathy was[Read more]

While most people are dealing with the horrible flu virus going around this season, I’ve been nursing a slew of mysterious ailments in one of my four-legged children – Murphy, our mutt with a mysterious lineage. She looks (to me) like a German Shepherd fell in love with a Spitz,[Read more]

Do you recall what you were doing one year ago this week? I’d just attended my first march – which, it turns out, was really more of a stand and listen to good speakers, but inspiring nonetheless. I was writing postcards and calling elected officials. My husband was educating our[Read more]

For the longest time, buying a new calendar at the start of a new year was one of my greatest joys. Colored pens, holiday-themed stickers, highlighting family birthdays – I did it all. But over the last five years or so, it was just too hard to keep my calendar,[Read more]

I just had the most beautiful conversation with my now 13-year old son. (Yes, that’s him, pictured, at age 4, handing me his “hand-print bouquet” at his preschool’s Mother’s Day Tea. Be still my heart!) Yesterday was his birthday. He’s my Ephipany child and every year he embraces that identity[Read more]

It stings. So much of what I endure each day simply stings. Oh, that’s my word for 2018, by the way: ENDURE. I wanted something more inspirational (or aspirational?), but as long as I still have moments where I must remind myself to breathe, endure will be my word. And,[Read more]