Scattered Hearts.
I have hearts scattered all over the world. One of my dearest hearts is in Sweden, another in Philadelphia, one in Connecticut and my own mirror-image half (my identical twin sister) in a different...
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Peace, Comfort & Joy: How to Stop Being a Victim Once and for All.
I’m about to admit something extremely uncomfortable; something that I honestly barely admit to myself. I can sometimes have a victim mentality. Let me explain. I don’t see the world as black and white;...
How to Choose Love (& Be a Good Person).
I gave birth six weeks ago and I’ve been a huge bitch ever since. Pretty big bitch. Possibly this is because I’m exhausted. Potentially it’s because I’m a milk machine. There’s also a good...
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.”
In retrospect, I think it’s pretty hard to have a good day that involves projectile vomiting. Yeah—I guess I should have expected to be a little bit upset. Actually, though, I wasn’t just a...
How to Let Go and Choose Love.
I was sitting on my little girl’s bed. Decked out in pink and multiple pillows, she sat underneath the crook of my mommy-wing. Next to me, on the other side, was my newborn little...
How to Care for a Reclusive Extrovert.
I smile and laugh and playfully enjoy the company of others. I cringe at some of the things that just pop out of my mouth when I’m too at ease in conversation. I buckle...
I Roar. {A Mother’s Love Poem}
Grateful heart, I roar. Infant muse, I roar. Humbled flesh, I bow. I cling to the reckless anger that I deserve to own this space; to inhabit this pre-birth giddiness and joy, regardless of...
A Portrait of Change.
The house is unusually quiet. The clicking of her longer-than-usual fingernails on the laptop keyboard echoes in her ears as her pinkie makes a demanding pressured sound on the “enter” key. She slides her...
7 Things I Repeatedly Do to Stay Sane & Happy When Life Sucks.
Every now and then there are spaces in life that feel like they exist purely as tests of will and mental endurance. For me, these last several months have been one of those times....
How I Recharged My Soul.
It’s one of those weekends where my soul feels deeply the need to recharge and replenish. My skin feels thirsty for the sun’s warm kisses, my face hungry for touches from my husband’s hands,...
