The man who gives you a back rub without your permission. The guy who stands a little too close to you on the bus, so close you can smell the alcohol on his breath. The boys who joked and the men who joked and so many jokes but you were never laughing. The jokes you didn't understand because you were too young to understand. The gut punch when you were old enough to finally get what they meant.
Sometimes we need to dig into the closet. What is in there that scares us? I've read that the Chinese New Year's FIRE ROOSTER brings with it the energy of tidying up, letting go, and being fastidious. Recently I fully embraced the rooster energy and decided to spontaneously empty and organize our walk-in closet. To the… Continue reading Peering into the closet
I have a confession. It turns out i am a human. Who is flawed. And (gulp) imperfect. There's something about the holidays that just leaves me feeling raw and vulnerable. I am sure I am alone in this. I am sure no other flawed, imperfect human struggles this time of year! Let me tell you… Continue reading Welcome to Humans Anonymous!
Can I hug you all? Seriously, consider these words a virtual hug traveling from WordPress to your computer or smartphone or tablet or smartwatch or whatever device connects us. Because THANK YOUS are in order. I wrote a post yesterday about how crappy things have been lately and how crappy this YEAR has been. I… Continue reading Thank You for Sitting on My Bench
Yesterday I did something that made my palms sweat and my heart race. I shared my story (the one I told you about yesterday)...publicly on Facebook. With my FRIENDS. AND. FAMILY. I know. Can you even believe this? If you are anything like my sister you are laughing a little. My sister is the yin to my… Continue reading Sweaty Palms and…Joy?
The post I am going to share with you today --I wrote part of it six months ago but never published it. It turns out that was because I was meant to share it with you today. I've been blogging about my healing journey from grief. In fact, this blog was born from grief. On… Continue reading Part III: Then it Will Become Buoyant and Light. (My healing journey after loss.)