Why Writers Shouldn’t Write Every Story.
I’ve long called my writing genre “stay-at-home yogi.” This isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy sharing random musings, or writing for various media outlets where I find that it’s best to share these...
I’ve long called my writing genre “stay-at-home yogi.” This isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy sharing random musings, or writing for various media outlets where I find that it’s best to share these...
For the mother who wants nothing, more than hugs. For the mother who needs nothing, beyond time spent together. For the mother where words of cheerful greeting find they can never be enough, but...
To be fair, I haven’t exactly had writer’s block. What I have had is a complete lack of concern for my writing. This isn’t to say that I’m not still constantly jotting down ideas at...
Have you ever tried to go to the bathroom with someone leaning on your leg? Because that’s motherhood. There are no secrets from your kids; or, rather, there are, but they are carefully concealed...
I close my eyes and listen to the sound of my breath leave my nostrils, slowly yet hastily. My heart pumps blood quickly and my throat clenches. I feel anxiety at seeing familiar faces,...
It all began years ago, my love of weight lifting. I used to lift tiny weights for many repetitions and run my butt off, literally—I actually had an eating disorder and, on top of...
It all began with my four year old, really; this lesson that we cannot expect more from someone than they can give. The thing is, that sometimes I forget she’s four. She’s kind and...
Life is a spiral, with one circle ending and another simultaneously beginning; layering and weaving thick histories and memories that ultimately makeup our very personal stories. My own personal story is evolving once again, as...
My husband said that when he listens to my current favorite album, he can hear his beard grow. Because, yes, Israel Nash has the current “it” sound of hipster-chic cool (like beards…sound…um, moving on)....
I’ll admit to being a mother who once rolled her eyes when other moms couldn’t have playdates because it was “nap time.” Not that I’m unaware of the extreme importance of keeping regularity within a child’s...