Lately, a lot more of you have been commenting, which I love. I love to hear from you. And my heart is just absolutely been going out to those of you who are having a terrible time during such a terrible time. This is a horrible time to lose someone, to be jobless, to be … Continue reading
Sometimes, the answer to being so tired and crazy is to spend the day with these two guys, and have a damn margarita with dinner and laugh your head off. At least, tonight, that was the answer for me. V woke up ten million at least nine times last night. Today I found out that … Continue reading
Sometimes, after so many years of working at lululemon, I can trick myself into thinking I’m an extrovert. I have come a long way in the years since I started there. Prior to my lululemon life, I would regularly need hours each day of total silence, so I could read, write, and recharge my … Continue reading
Parenting is hard. Just like lots of important jobs are hard. Why is it that a second a mother admits that it’s hard, people feel the need to suggest that maybe she’s not doing it right? Or that she certainly shouldn’t add more to her load. Maybe the fact that it’s so hard means she … Continue reading
I was not at all prepared for the response to yesterday’s post. I haven’t been posting what I’m writing here on any social media channels. Which, of course, is why a whole total of four people have been reading it. But yesterday, something struck a chord and I felt like, You know what, this is a … Continue reading
What could it look like to just soften? What could it be like to not watch myself in the mirror, to not look for skin pudge-ing out over my bra, or hanging over the waistband? How could life be without saying to myself, Well, before I had a baby, I looked like ________ / I weighed … Continue reading
The things in life that make me the most tired are being in the places (read: among the people) where I don’t feel fully free. What does “fully free” mean? It means that I can speak my mind, even if my thoughts are small or irritated or petty, and not worry about being loved any … Continue reading
But you can’t get to any of these truths by sitting in a field smiling beatifically, avoiding your anger and damage and grief. Your anger and damage and grief are the way to the truth. We don’t have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses … Continue reading
I got to be in nature for a long stretch of time today, twice. Which, despite our proximity to the beach and mountains, is not something that happens a lot around here. For the first stretch, I got up at 6:45am and went with Darcy to Topanga Lookout for a sunrise yoga practice & talk … Continue reading
I’m not the same girl who was so haunted by C leaving. Yesterday, I took V to a restaurant for a quick lunch. I fussed around ordering, getting her settled and into a high chair. I didn’t even think about it until we were seated outside with our food. Oh yeah. I used to come … Continue reading
