It has been 6 days since I watched Netflix’s new release, Recovery Boys, yet I am still haunted and encouraged, sad and grateful. The year of my life spent in that home and on those grounds was truly definitive in my development, and transformative of my understanding of life, loss, and love. “New and Marvelous... Continue Reading →
"Good girl, Daddy!" Says daddy's good girl. Looking.........leading. Learning.....teaching. Watermelon shot-put, Look second, Leap first. Track-meet parenthood, Breathless. The toddler trials. "Good girl, Daddy!" Says daddy's good girl.
"Woman or girl, Old ‘fore her time. Looking to please Looking to find The part of her self To which she was true Without biting back To save him or you. You and your senses So easily undone. Your sensibilities Pretending to run, Blush, and hide In uncomfortable fashion, Yet turn heel pursuing The first... Continue Reading →
My meditation practice has been nonexistent the last week. But today I made time. It is with gratitude that I share what making time gave me.
Last week I was traveling with my toddler on the last leg of our long journey. She was exhausted and had not seen her father in eight days. The last time she and I flew, she could sit on my lap. Now, two and half years old and screaming bloody murder, she had to sit... Continue Reading →