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To the Boy Who Crashed His Car Today

It’s OK. It’s just a car. You’re alive. You’re alive. You’re alive. Don’t you see how nothing else matters but that, really?! Your parents might be angry. Your premiums might go up. You may need a new car. But, you didn’t hurt anyone. You didn’t hurt yourself. Things can be replaced. People cannot. I wanted to give him my perspectacles, so he could see through my eyes how little things matter and how much life does. After losing so many people, I’ve lost my attachment to stuf

I Lost Everything…And Got It All Back: We Survived America’s Opioid Crisis

Five years ago, I didn’t have a future. I had an addict for a husband, chaos for a life, food stamps for groceries, and three small children. I had dreams, but they seemed impossible given all those other things I just mentioned. When I asked my husband to leave, I lost everything…again. For the three-thousandth time in four years. I’d become accustomed to the world being ripped from my hands like a mother slapping a child’s hand reaching for a cookie. Every time I tried to h

Men, Don’t Just “Move On” Please

Photo credit: NBC Last night I was watching Chicago Fire, an episode where one of the main characters, Hermann, goes into a burning building with a friend & fellow firefighter from another house. In a split second trying to save a man trapped inside, the two men are separated in the smoke & Hermann makes it out alive, but his friend doesn’t. There’s this scene where Hermann is staring in the mirror in the bathroom, wrecked over this death, just hours after it happened, and hi

Yes, You’re a Mess & We Need You Anyway

I like to only show up as my best self. I prefer to only show up when I feel nearly-perfect. Perfectly dressed, perfectly poised, perfectly POSITIVE, perfectly inspiring, perfectly kind, perfectly communicating with others. I have high standards for myself, and that’s ok. But, sometimes, it’s not. When perfectionism keeps me from participating in life because I’m afraid to show up wrinkled, crinkled, messy and “in progress,” it not only robs me of joy, it robs others of it, t

To the Mama Silently Fighting…

To the Mama who is fighting silently… To the Mama who is suffering in silence…who wakes up every day feeling already weighed down by a ten ton weight… Who slogs herself through making lunches, barking orders, breaking up fights among the kids, all while feeling sick or sad or lonely or angry or depressed… To the Mama silently suffering from an illness or struggle no one can see…that she thinks no one can understand… Who hides in the shadows quietly working to heal herself, to

What Are You Holding Back?

I’m reading Marianne Williamson’s, “Everyday Grace” right now, and this quote struck me so profoundly when I read it the other day, I wanted to share it. Anita Moorjani, who I spoke of in my last blog post, spoke about this same sort of principle – that if we withhold our magnificence from the world, and keep it inside, it can turn into a sort of self-implosion that eats away at us from within, turning into disease and dis-ease in our lives. I think Marianne is speaking of th