Grandmother Sun & Mother Moon

Good intentions, they say, pave the road to hell. Good intentions, they say, are meaningless. Your intentions, they say, are meaningless. Your meaningless, they say, and on the road to hell. I disagree. They who are ambivalent litter the devil’s highway with apathetic proverbs and carefully crafted phrases tinged with…

When Your Seconds Never Escape

Our lives keep score in patterned seconds in spite of our desire to avoid keeping time. The world might have silenced the deafening sound of decision-making by syncing satellites and burning Rome’s numerals in order to make it seem as if it is effortless to carefully consider choices, but there…

Fight and Flight

There are many times during motherhood when I have felt the fight and flight response which is why I asked my good friend Kelly about Mother Warriors right before her first grandchild made his grand appearance into this world. I knew she would offer her own unique perspective of what…

hand in hand

Three years ago yesterday I watched my growing baby dance and flip around inside the little nest inside me for yet another ultrasound. ¬†Ultrasounds were not new to me or my unborn child as the impatient little thing tried its hardest to take a running start into this world before…

Valentine’s Grinch

There’s a reason why I hate Valentine’s Day. It has nothing to do with being spurned by a lover or being single on The Big Day. There is no connection between my distaste for the holiday and a tragedy — though having a horrific allergic reaction to quinoa should be…

Wish Like Zuzu

¬† ¬† I am not one to wish when I have all I need to be happy. I have travelled to the other side of a blown candle and I starlight and bright each day with my children. My love for the people I love is carried away with paper…