I just finished reading Sue Monk Kidd’s new novel, The Book of Longings, and there were so many parts that struck me and inspired me. Her writing is beautiful and vivid, I want to swim in it. The way she writes enters my dreams and
My Loves! There is so much to be sad about in our world! Let us now allow our wardrobes to be one of them! It seems the more I grieve, the more I cover myself with sparkles, tutus, feathers, jewels, and color. Outward signs of
This morning, I stumbled out of bed, put on my big sunglasses and my short silk robe, and felt sad when I noticed it’s a little shorter on me because apparently I’ve grown a little rounder during this pandemic. In my mind, I share a
Divorce and death seem especially piercing on holidays. I don’t know why. Certainly global pandemics and worldwide quarantines don’t help matters. In fact, they do quite a bit of piercing themselves. It’s something to ponder while I sit here on this rainy morning, drinking my
Back in December, I received an email from my lawyer while my sister, Maria, was visiting me from Utah. Maria is my older sister, and she’s a very bossy, no-nonsense Virgo. She took my phone and read the email, then she texted our little sister.
I just met one of my besties, Cristie, for an impromptu quick cup of tea after morning drop-off. I broke my cardinal rule about going into public dressed in my sweats, and of course I ran into many people I knew, but at least I
I’ve been divorced for two weeks, and the battle wounds are not healed yet, and there are many many loose ends to sort out, but the relief of having the battle over is surreal. Even more surreal is accepting my new title of divorcee… “Hello
I wept because my pain was gone and I was not yet accustomed to its absence.
My favorite mythologist, Joseph Campbell, said near the end of every hero’s journey, we face a massive dragon guarding life’s greatest treasure—the truth of our soul. It’s a lesson I learn over and over, but it seems the dragon is bigger this time, with much
I was jumping on the bed last night in a spontaneous dance party to Soulmate by Lizzo, when I missed the bed and face-planted on my hardwood floor. Henry, my 13-year-old’s face appeared above me. “Mom? Are you okay?” “Of course! I know how to
