She waited for me every single morning to start her day.  First while standing up in her crib with a big smile. Then even when she was a toddler and transitioned to her “big girl bed” (a twin bed), she wouldn’t get out of her bed until I came in to greet her.  Each morning…

“I need to get this out so you can read it and know where I’ve been, where I’m at now, and where I want to be.” My writing partner recently sent me some draft work to “review and comment” for him. He is writing from a place of self-discovery and his writing is autobiographical in nature.  He…

“First, are you really lonely?” He challenged me in the chat box, “You seem to have many friends with various roles in your life.  A few of your relationships seem deeply satisfying.” He was right.  “He,” is a friend as far back as middle school now reconnected on social media along with a whole community of others.  He…

The concern in his voice struck me right after I answered the second ring with “Hello?”  “What is with this lonely stuff?  You are good right?”  He asked likely already knowing that his big sister was fine. “I am fine,” I replied trying to keep the exasperation undetectable in my response. I wasn’t lying or…

I clicked on “send” before my brain could stop me.  “Shit.”  I sighed and closed my laptop.  It was out there now.  I had confessed a deep dark feeling and there was nothing I could do now but wait. I had sent my longtime editor, coach, business partner, mentor, neighbor, hero, and dearest friend, Susan, the draft of my…

The path winds and twists ahead. I breathe in the musky pine air and feel the soft moss-covered ground support my steps.  The birds beckon me with their trills and tweets. I pause to sit on a sturdy wood carved bench forcing myself into my meditation to-do. Instead, the tears gather at the corners of…

I knew what I was seeing before I knew what I was seeing. My brain worked hard to protect my mom heart. What is that?  Is that a highlighter? I pulled the top off not to expose a highlighter tip, but rather a menthol pack.  Oh. OH.  My fifteen-year-old culprit daughter was in the basement working on…

“I can’t imagine what it feels like,” I heard myself utter in quiet dismay.  I watched from behind the news reporter and the camera as my clients were asked “Why? How does it feel? Why do you love your sons?  How do your sons feel? Why fight this battle? What is next?”  The big tv…

My house was still on the eve of Anna’s first day of senior year. My stiff upper lip was fatigued and faltering. The mantra in my mind that I would see her tomorrow was of little comfort. The calendar was not my friend as this night before the start of high school landed on a…

“Mom, I signed myself up for the COVID vaccine. Can you take me on April 8th?”  My sixteen, nearly seventeen, year old daughter at the time decided for us.  Her fourteen-year-old sister followed suit a few weeks later when the age was expanded to include her.  “Mom, you can sign me up on Monday for…

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