Lemonade Heart (Mother’s Day 2022)
It always takes me by surprise when Mother’s Day rolls around and I feel melancholy. I love being a Mom, but as a daughter, I feel sad.
I want my Mom back.

It always takes me by surprise when Mother’s Day rolls around and I feel melancholy. I love being a Mom, but as a daughter, I feel sad.
I want my Mom back.
Will there ever be a time when talking to my ex-husband doesn’t feel like drinking poison?
As I sat alone at the bar at Chez Josephine, I hung my pink beach ball purse on the hook under the bar and ordered my favorite champagne. Before long, the bartender saw my purse and gasped, so I pushed it over to her. She slung it over her arm and paraded around the restaurant for people to admire her. The other women sitting at the bar began gushing about my feathered cape and entire ensemble. I was surrounded by red velvet walls, a blue tin ceiling, dripping chandeliers, and massive images of my favorite icon, Josephine Baker. Someone was singing boisterously in French, and the bar was lively with people shouting and laughing.
I sat quietly, bathed in the soft lights, and just… was.
Imagine showing up to teach your class, or dropping your child off at a school that is so beautiful, it immediately inspires you, just by walking down the hall. While teaching my class on teaching strategies at Endicott College, I learned about an exciting new way of approaching classroom design: Neuroarchitecture, the study of architecture and design on our brains. Thoughtful design can completely transform learning environments for students, truly creating “Environment as Third Teacher.”
Even if I’m not sure what I am experiencing, or what it all means, my body tingles madly and something deep inside feels illuminated, something that wasn’t there before.
It was a wild messy gorgeous terrifying journey, the journey of a new life heading into the world over 24 primal hours…
Tonight I started thinking about the night 18 years ago, when my life changed forever… the night I became a mother. Once the contractions started, I lit the fire and read my homemade goddess book full of inspiring thoughts, trying to hypnotize myself into pretending I was in a field of lavender with butterflies fluttering…
Unimaginable grief
If we had previously looked like Dali’s melted clocks, it now felt like we’d been dropped into one of his surreal paintings.
I watched cats dressed as Dorothy Parker and Harpo Marx, parade by me in the arms of their owners, with people jostling to get photos of them. Try to picture how thrilled the cats were to be dressed up and paraded around.
Hear Ye! Hear Ye! I am thrilled to announce that my dream is coming true! I will be a Judge for the Stella Shouting Contest at the Tennessee Williams Literary Festival in New Orleans in March 2022. This is a dream for me as I have taken my children to the contest since they were…