divorce, Guilt, love, moms, New Beginnings, parenting, sadness, Uncategorized

Princesses & Fairy Tales

I miss you as a baby. I miss the way our entire world seemed to be open ahead of us, and the honor and responsibility I felt to be the one who would help shape you into who you would become. Our family was just beginning, and you had opened up a whole new world to me. I miss the softness of your skin, and having your little body so close to mine as I nursed you or fed you a bottle. I miss watching your eyelashes flutter and close as I rocked you and read you bedtime stories, and the weight of your body as you fell asleep in my arms.…]

being alive, brene brown, divorce, fear, love, New Beginnings, Relationships, showing up, Uncategorized

Safe with You

We are seated closely on a old, rickety school bus while large, gregarious and intoxicated men line the aisle next to me, shouting to each other and blocking my view of the door. We are new to each other, so I frantically contemplate in my mind if I should open myself up to you right… Continue reading Safe with You


Jump Grow Love

Envision any female-centered post divorce plot and you'll likely see some variation of the following: ACT I: Woman sets out to forget all her worries; letting loose by getting out on the town, sleeping with simple, beautiful, younger men, drinking and having the most frivolous time of their life. In an attempt to fill the void, she desperately clings on to… Continue reading Jump Grow Love


My Loneliness Has a First Name

Over drinks with a friend who happens to be going through the same situation as I the other night, the conversation naturally centered around what we are both reluctantly trudging through; Divorce. With Children. And all the intense suckiness that tags along with the process. Inevitably, as the conversation evolved, we came to a topic that I have… Continue reading My Loneliness Has a First Name


The Current

You know that feeling...the one where you find yourself in a certain place you've been before, and a familiar scent or song or wind hits you and it's like you have been transported to the time you were there before - and all the feelings from that time come rushing back. The present moment suspends and… Continue reading The Current