At 16, my parents dragged me, along with my four-year-old sister, on a rainy and miserable family vacation to a television and telephone absent vacation rental in Wellfleet, Massachusetts.
My overriding memory of that week is sulking around the neighborhood dodging the mosquitoes, hoping the sky would clear so we could at least take a walk to the beach or do something – anything – outside. So intent was I on not being inside that I destroyed my virgin white Members Only jacket by spraying Avon’s Skin-So-Soft on it as the preferred bug repellent of the 80s. Continue reading
Sometimes you just need to stop over-thinking and trust your instincts.
A couple of weeks ago, I was driving with my son. Nearing home, I depressed the brake pedal and pulled the steering wheel toward the right as our car approached a turn.
Nothing happened. The car kept going. Shit, shit, shit.
I’ve been absent from this space for the last couple of months because I’ve been hibernating.
One of the definitions of “hibernation” is “to withdraw or be in seclusion.” Every January, I try to remove myself from the daily insanity of connectedness to discourse with myself and ensure that my life is proceeding in the direction I want and need. I intended this year to be just the same, but as I moved through the holidays and January to jump back into my routine, I realized I needed to make it different. Continue reading
Since I brought home my new kittens last weekend, more than a few people have asked about their names, Linus and Sabrina.
When I decided to get a male and a female kitten, I went on a hunt for a good “couple” identity in literature or popular culture. So many of those I tried out were wrong because the story ended tragically (Heloise and Abelard), so many were wrong because the names would overwhelm babies and be unacceptably shortened to nicknames unacceptable for the regal cats into which these babies will grow (Antony and Cleopatra), and others came up short as too pretentious (Paolo and Francesca).
Cue my dad.
Although he couldn’t remember the male character’s name, he suggested Sabrina as played by Audrey Hepburn (and Linus played by Humphrey Bogart). A fabulous film with a happy ending for its protagonists.
Hence, the kittens were named.
Welcome to the world, babies!
It’s a loaded word. The concept seems simple, but there is nothing easy about it. Even speaking the truth can be fraught with triggers and uncertainty.
What if I speak my truth and somebody doesn’t agree with me? What if speaking my truth makes somebody else angry, or makes them feel betrayed, hurt? What if it makes other people uncomfortable?
News flash… Continue reading
Let’s talk about your life.
Do you feel free? Joyful? Connected?
Most importantly, does your life feel the way you want it to feel?
When I read The Desire Map by Danielle LaPorte for the first time, my life was not feeling the way I wanted it to.
Happy Tuesday! Here’s a riddle for you. What am I?
Recently I read an essay by Toni Hammer about the void that happens when you’re done having children. About halfway through the piece, I could feel a knot in my throat, tears rising behind my eyes. Why? Because I’ve been living in this void, unwilling, possibly unable, to admit it. Reading Ms. Hammer’s words brought me to my knees in recognition.
I grew up an only child until age 12, when my sister was born. The sizable gap between us ensured that we both experienced life more or less as only children with the undivided attention and devotion of our parents. I thought that was fine and that if I ever had a child, I only wanted one. Continue reading
Legend says that hummingbirds float free of time, carry with them our hopes for joy, celebration and love. The delicate grace of the hummingbird reminds us that life is rich, that beauty is all around us, that every personal connection is meaningful, and that laughter is life’s sweetest creation.
This little beauty was kind enough to visit us on the day that my sister and I took our father on a zip-lining adventure to celebrate Fathers’ Day, providing me with a much needed reminder of life’s bounty and magic (and also reminding me that I desperately needed to invest in a serious long-range lens for my camera!).
Some days I am simply so grateful for the world in which we live. This morning I was greeted by a doe and her babies when I came down to make breakfast. They were all just munching away contentedly at the top of my driveway, no more than six feet from my kitchen window. It made my heart sing with joy.
Have a wonderful day.