inner-work, motherhood

The man-cold experiment

In not-at-all-surprising news, I got sick with a bad cold. (My last post was literally about how I need to practice more self-care.) Sigh. I’m working on more rest, less doing in my daily life, so I figured practicing this while sick would be a good place to start. In fact, what better way to… Continue reading The man-cold experiment

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Be here now (no, really!)

In the here and now I reckon with the fact that I drank too many margaritas with my husband on date night (ok and ate too many chips and salsa too) and saw my weight loss successes diminish. (OUCH.) In the here and now I see that it was easier to blame my husband for the morning's snafu trying to get our daughter out the door rather than facing the hard reality that she simply struggles with separation anxiety and it is what it whether I like it or not!

Mind of Sarah, Parent Life

A return home

Last Friday I returned to my home-state of Michigan to attend my 20th high school reunion. I flew out of SW Florida as the hurricane was approaching Daytona Beach and watched news coverage from the airport. If you looked outside of its floor to ceiling windows you would have seen less wind and rain than… Continue reading A return home

motherhood

Therapy for you! Therapy for you! Therapy for everryyyyonnnne!

Top of the morning! This post is going to be a practice in flash blogging. (Is that a thing? Like #flashfiction only blogging. I will make it a thing.) The reason? Today I see my theraaaaaaapisttttt! (That's me saying it in my inner Oprah-voice.) And therapy day is a great and wonderful day, but it… Continue reading Therapy for you! Therapy for you! Therapy for everryyyyonnnne!

inner-work

Facing Anger (And Reluctantly Admitting My Husband Was Right)

Every window in my house is currently steamed up. (No, it's not what you think! Jeesh, don't make me blush.) The reason? I live in Florida. It is summer. The humidity is higher than Donald Trump's bangs. I just returned home to this heat from  vacation in the cool, humidity-free Northeast. No matter. I am loving… Continue reading Facing Anger (And Reluctantly Admitting My Husband Was Right)

loss

The Sinewed Bonds of Family

The other night I woke at 5:30 am—that liminal time where you still have one foot in a dream world—and a word appeared in front of me. I sat up straight in bed and knew I had to write it down, this gift from the dream-space. I googled the meaning, took a screen shot, and saved it in… Continue reading The Sinewed Bonds of Family