Adjusting to a New Normal but Missing my Life…

I miss my life. The life I want to have be my every-day-normal-just-being-me life. I miss wanting to be social – to be out and among vibrant, boisterous people. I’ve always been super social. My husband says, only half-jokingly, that going to the store with me is like attending a family reunion. I know everyone and love to catch up. Or rather…I did. Parks, ball games, even the grocery store overwhelm my brain. Interactions fill my cup, but my cup is broken—cracked and leaking. I don’t know how to fix my…

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Every Family Needs a Dog

My twenty-year-old son asked for a dog every year since he was two. I did not grow up with dogs so I did not understand why having a dog was so important. My son begged me every year for a dog. I wonder now if life would have been different if we had adopted a dog years ago. Three years ago this beautiful girl, Molly (pictured above), joined our family. She was rescued from a shelter in North Carolina and I can’t imagine our lives without her. Why every family…

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Finding My Inner Badass When I’m Feeling Bad

Not going to lie, the first months of 2017 weren’t my best. I could list the series of unfortunate events that made me feel like a total failure as a mom, wife, and friend lately, but why torture myself? Let’s just leave it at the fact that I wasn’t exactly living up to my self-given label of being a badass. I pretty much have just been bad. And on some days, I’ve just been an ass. But badassery was nowhere to be found. The good news is that I recognized…

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Are You Proud of Your Kids? Maybe You Shouldn’t Be

When my daughter Allegra was a wee thing, and she experienced an achievement—stacking a high block onto the top of a tower, getting all her shirts tucked away into a closet cubicle, having a teacher write “Good job!” on the top of a submitted paper—my first reaction was to compliment her with “I’m so proud of you.” That’s what I knew from my youth: “I’m proud of you” was a sought-after goal. Hearing someone say I’d made him or her feel proud was the external validation to chase. But then….

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What Does It Mean To Hold Space for One Another

I have to admit that in my (cough) fortieth year I have had some serious “Come To Jesus” moments—where I pretty much fell out and hit the dirt. I have to tell you after a series of events last summer (2016) I never thought I’d come out of my shell. Professionally, it was fab year.  But personally? You’ll have to buy the book. Stepping into 2017 and walking in a Women’s March on Washington was how my year began. As we all know, the rest is history (or so they say)….

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