I work at a university. For my day job, that is. So I spend lots of time around undergraduates. When I first started working on campus I commented to my boss that that day must have been the day of tours for middle school students.
Why Saying I’m Sorry Can Heal a Broken Heart
After my miscarriage, I had been going through the motions. Grieving some, but we all know life doesn’t just stop. I had to make myself get out of bed. I still do.
The First Wobbly Step
Each day I thought, “Today’s the day I’ll start exercising.” But when your days blur into nights and you have no more than 10 minutes at a time to yourself, how are you supposed to work out?
When Mom Misses the Night
The cooling saffron air, teasing my pallet with the first hint of fall, was lapping my newly styled hair—a haircut that made me look younger yet wiser. The pavement was sexy and enticing with a slight sheen of wet glistening over her surface.
Driving Away
Tomorrow my oldest child will get his driver’s license. Can I possibly be that old? I’m excited for him, but terrified also. He’s already begun riding in cars with other teen drivers and that is some scary stuff for this mom. The entire time he is gone I watch the clock, calculating.
50 Stages of Motherhood
There is a progression of motherhood…a timeline we all follow. Some of us go through kicking and screaming, while others cheer louder with each smidge of progress towards the finish line.
Will You Be My Mother?
Eight years later, that moment when I turned away a girl who was, most likely, simply looking for some comfort, still haunts me.
A Mother’s Mission
Once upon a time, there lived a perfect (or so she thought) mother who dreamed of her angelic twin boys. Before they were born, she would pray the usual dreams of a mommy: may they be safe, may they be happy, and may they be healthy.
We Have Enough: Teaching Gratitude
For the past four years we have participated in a charity event where for several months, typically November through January, you collect change and donate it. This change feeds so many other children! This year, we will have the box on the table for when we have company over. We will talk about it. We will use this time as a time to widen our compassion. We will use this time to be grateful for what we do have.
Living with Depression and Finding Others Like Me
It was like treading water around the clock. While I kept my head above the darkness, I was depressed, but surviving. Yet, constantly kicking in a bottomless sea gets exhausting, and I’d sink. That’s bipolar II.