I’m turning another year older today, complete with an extra gray hair, a spare wrinkle, and a bit of rumination on the past. What went right and what went so, so wrong with many events including some unblending of a once blended family. I question God, the Devil, and my…

I’ve been reading through my old writings, you know all the ones about passionate love and passionate love lost . They made me slightly famous, after all, back in the day. I wrote these and poems as a single woman living in San Francisco, passionately seeking along with all of…

“Now is a time for self love,” said the bead-wearing yogi instructor. “Prioritize yourself, love thyself.” I was on a retreat trying to replenish my identity after separation and new single mamahood. “Take time for yourself.” “Do what YOU want” says, like, everyone. “This is YOUR time. …

Do. Have. Be. Do Be? To Be? No I am not talking about the Doobie Brothers. Or Hamlet. I’m talking about the struggle we have in ourselves. We all want to Be something, right? Be happy. Be wealthy. Be beautiful. Be calm. Be secure. Be loved. Oftentimes it feels unattainable. So we search for what might help us get there and we…

I stared at the blank page so long I started to see Rorschach figures in the white. I had writer’s block bad. There was nothing to write about, nothing to say. My life was either too confidential for mass consumption OR it was too boring. (likely the latter as the…

Everyone is time stressed. Waking up earlier just borrows time from the evening. I’m on a mission to focus more but even focusing requires time on the calendar. …

I’m a Type-A success fueled being. But over the years that desire for success has meant I try to do 100 things at the same time. Deep down I knew I was taking on too much. I was trying to balance taking care of my amazing almost-4-year-old with A very…

My friend Carrie had escaped cancer. (hurrah!). However during the surgery and wait to find out if the mass was malignant or benign there was time, too much time, to think. Legacy. Purpose. Love. All the things we question when we face our own inevitable mortality. We were both Type…

“I like your stomach Mommy,” said my daughter Vivi. It’s all squishy.” Like many, I had Pandemic Body. ™ But that wasn’t why I started the Whole30 Diet with a toddler in the house. Sure I was squishy but I was also slow, irritable and had regular rosacea breakouts that…