If you’re a woman of a certain age (ahem… middle or even later-aged), you might remember the poem, When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple. It’s been dancing through my mind lately, gently pulling me back to thoughts of my beloved grandmother—my Gabber. She had a...
Happy Spring, Friend. Do you know this gal … She does everything “right.”She shows up. She gives. She supports. She holds it all together.For her kids, her partner, her work, her family, her community. And yet… she feels tired.Stuck.A little resentful,...
Sometimes — especially lately — I feel maxed out. As if my pain threshold simply cannot bear one more thing.The news.The state of our world.The suffering so many are carrying. It weighs heavily. Maybe you feel it too. There are days when my tender heart feels...
These past few weeks have felt especially heavy. If you’re anything like me, you may be sensing both a personal and collective weight around the state of our world and our country. What I’m noticing is that regardless of where you fall on the political spectrum,...
You may or may not know this about me, but I dream of being French. I buy books in French and lovingly, painstakingly try to decipher the language. I play French music playlists when I’m home alone. I savor a good croissant and a jambon beurre like a sacred ritual....
I’m just coming off a particularly lovely and peaceful Thanksgiving holiday. It’s not always that way but for a series of unfortunate (or as it turns out, fortunate!) events, there were only 4 of us around the table . . . and in our jammies all day long...
