My sister, Marlise and I love getting the Robin Report every day. What is the Robin Report? A few weeks ago, my other sister, Maria, called us, breathless with excitement. “A Robin is building a nest on the wreath on my front door!” “Really? On
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
Instead of LOL I now write SOL–it stands for Sob Out Loud and means sun in Spanish, so the duo meaning of sobbing out loud followed by a burst of sunshine is pretty perfect. Because, let’s face it, there’s a lot to sob about right now.
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.
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
When I was 16, and it was winter, my Dad would go out to the garage every single morning and start my car for me to warm it up before I got in it. Every single morning. I don’t remember getting into a cold car
Everyone keeps saying Happy New Year and asking me how my holidays were. I would like to say AMAZING! A BLAST! FABULOUS! But it isn’t true. For us, the 2019 holidays were back-breaking heart-breaking work. If you know me, you know how much I love
The beauty of running barefoot through an apple orchard, and learning to maybe stop fighting the fire and instead enjoy its wild heat…
