My heart is at once mending and breaking and today I am hopeful and extremely afraid. Black Lives Matter. LGBTQ people should be able to love how they want. Trans … Continue reading A Line in the Sand
Parenting is skinning your knees a thousand times a day. Before it even stops throbbing the wound is ripped open again, ragged flesh meeting unforgiving pavement. It’s not a superficial … Continue reading Kindergarden: Mothering and Letting Go
When I had just fallen over the edge of 15, a therapist with a mustache to rival The Kentucky Colonel sat me down in his office and diagnosed me with ADHD and unspecified depressive disorder.
On a recent morning I went to a yoga class to hit back at the headache creeping up through my shoulders. Sometimes I prefer beginner’s yoga classes because I don’t … Continue reading Giving Myself Back: An Ongoing Lesson in Leaning in to the Dark