What I Won’t Say

What I Won't Say

I have to admit, I took the bait. Sitting in a wise woman’s circle this past weekend, we were offered a writing prompt: “what I won’t tell you.” I had so much to say. I wrote so hard, so intensely, so many of the scary things that I could never, ever tell you, or anyone. I wrote so hard my hand cramped. Then my heart cramped. And my eyes crimped. And—mamas, you know what came next—the tears were a-flowin’. Hurt, heartbreak, loss, regret. From the oh-so-shallow to the deep-dark-and-subtle, raw emotions and memories spilled and scrawled across the page. It was a little cathartic … and then … [Read more...]

In Search of Sweeter Dreams


Four years into parenting, you’d think I’d have a handle on putting my two littles to bed. But not tonight. Tonight, I was a crummy mommy. And of course, it’s not the first time I’ve struggled like this, so it’s sort of embarrassing to admit what a terrific failure of parenting took place. Tantrum and tears, yelling and sulking. And, please, let’s not say who did what! Thankfully, in the midst of getting it mostly wrong, I hung on to a couple of moments that glimmered with the soft, promising light of grace. Once, I remembered to breathe, and to start over. The yoga teacher in … [Read more...]