Grief, anger, sadness, anxiety, and guilt. I suspect many of us are feeling [some combination of] these [or similar] feelings [again], but the last one is something I wanted to take a moment to highlight: guilt. Right now, I feel guilty for taking care of myself and my feelings when tragedies like Uvalde happened just... Continue Reading →
Another mass shooting happened (as I'm editing this before posting, two more happened that have made headlines). The coincidence that like the last time, I kissed my boy on the head as he left for school. That again I think about those Achilles heels spots in his school between buildings where they're most vulnerable. It... Continue Reading →
"An Exhale" is one of my favorite stories I've ever written (so I've reblogged it a few times now). I go back and read it often, remembering the gravel road, the tinkle of the dog's collar, and the rush of relief and grief that hit me all at once. I remember Little Foot's little voice... Continue Reading →
When you wake up, do you feel a balloon in your throat, too? Or maybe it's a corset: too small and too snug, cinched up tighter than poor Kate Winslet's mom did to her in 'Titanic.' "Hold still," I think she said before she yanked again. Or is it that feeling of having had too... Continue Reading →
I imagine that when the sun rises each day,She's eager to see who she'll reach;To check on how her little babesHave grown. A happy face on a proud,Beaming mother doing her best. But I imagine it's rough on daysWhen no one notices her. SheGets it though: so many are busy, afraid,Scrambling for solutions because theirHomes... Continue Reading →
