My coworker, Christina, and I have a lot of stress in our lives right now. Real stress. Real walls-collapsing-around-us-loss-of-control-emotional-rollercoaster kind of stress. And it is so easy to get into the habit of… Continue reading
It’s been just over two months since my dad died. It seems like it’s been longer than that. I recounted three times… August to October… yep, two months. I miss him so much.… Continue reading
I’m running on empty lately. Grieving the loss of my dad is the most exhausting activity I’ve ever experienced. Then stack on a house renovation. Three teenagers. A marriage. A day job. Trying… Continue reading
I think exhaustion and hunger set the stage. We’d been working on our house renovation all weekend, and by 9:30pm all I’d eaten all day was avocado toast, and granola. Oh… and… Continue reading
I walked beside my dad for over two years through his battle against cancer. That’s over. The service was painstakingly planned and was a success. That’s over. Now what? So much of my… Continue reading
I’ve been doing yoga every morning lately. Partly because I don’t want to end up a hunched-over old lady, and partly because my sadness is heavy in the morning so I NEED a… Continue reading
The air is heavy with summer-rain moisture and the sweet scent of blackberries on the bush too long. The woods smell like the coming moss, and musk cologne, with a hint of rotting… Continue reading
