Hi. I love you. I really do. I would venture to say that 80% of friendships are with you and those relationships I count as some of my finest. I’m thankful each day to be associated with you, to learn from you as women, to grow vicariously through you as you share with me your … More To the wife or mom that gets uncomfortable or embarrassed for me when I talk about the pain I feel in being single:
I love language. I love the power that can come in the right word, the right phrase; how one can be reading or listening to music, or even talking with a friend and the right words come together in a way that one is caught off guard and pleasantly surprised. For me, it often feels … More Trauma. Loss. Courage. Compassion.
For as long as I can remember, my dad and I have had a game that we play while driving. It normally begins when the weather starts to change, when it gets cooler. It’s been a long time since I have played it, but every now and then I’ll catch myself thinking about it and … More Holding on. Letting go.
I used to think I knew a lot. About myself. About life. About other people. More and more, however, I am understanding that what I yet know, far outweighs what I do know. I see in myself and others, this overpowering need to have answers; this need to have knowledge, to fill in the blanks … More What we think we know.
It happened again yesterday. This overwhelming sense of shame that started in my stomach and seemed to extend itself until it encompassed me whole. Even my fingertips could feel the hot, white, burning shame. It was so real and evident to me that even though I was in mid conversation with someone I had zero … More The white, hot, shame of being SINGLE