I’ve been neglecting this blog a bit, but I’ve still been tapping away at the keyboard. Here are links to a few of my latest posts: We moved, and this is what it was like to leave: http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/03/goodbye-house-a-moving-story/ Are the days of raising young children among the best of our lives? Read more on this here: […]
I’ve got a new post over on the elephant journal. One I’ve been wanting to write for awhile, about what it feels like to lose a brother or sister. Check it out here.
New post over at elephant journal. My story of struggling to find a parenting style that worked for me~ from Attachment Parenting to “mothering in the middle.”
Another piece over at elephant journal this week: read about a song that whisks me back in time to a moment of intense grief and shock.
It’s happening… I’m becoming middle-aged. Read my newest post, Facing Forty, on the elephant journal. Have you hit this milestone yet? How do you feel about it?
Life has been one long, constant Plan B lately… we moved, there have been stomach bugs, snow days, dark days, holidays and more snow days. Half of the house is still in boxes and the kids have been out of preschool for most of the last three week. We are quite literally snowed in, and I am figuratively trying […]
I deliberated for quite awhile about whether to share this piece. Then I remembered that the writing that people have most intensely responded to has been the stuff I was scared to put out there. So without further ado, shuffle on over to the elephant journal to read Part One of My Vagina has a Personal Trainer: […]
The voice sounds like this, when I am on a run, feeling tired and a little dizzy: Keep running, it burns more calories. You’re flabby. What are we going to eat for lunch? You should just eat mostly vegetables. Remember how skinny you got when you were on that elimination diet after your son […]
When I was expecting my son, I expected postpartum depression, too. With a history of mild but chronic depression and anxiety, I knew I was at a high risk. I had a plan: I could go up on the anti-depressants I took. I could attend postpartum support groups and get a therapist. I was prepared. […]